Broken Parts

We didn’t slow down

Nor apply the brakes

And it would become a fact

That we weren’t headed the same direction

On this railroad track.

Laying on the whistle

Without clues and decisions

We were to hit head on

It would be the worst of collisions

On this railroad track.

No, there wouldn’t be a go around

There would be no turning back

Just broken parts on the ground

And two hearts in a zip lock sack.

So please slow down

And apply the brakes

Or it could become a fact

You both weren’t headed the same direction

On that railroad track.

Laying on the whistle

Without clues and decisions

You’re bound to hit head on

It could be the worst of collisions

On that railroad track.

No, there won’t be a go around

There will be no turning back

Just broken parts on the ground

And two hearts in a zip lock sack.