Back To The Wall

I’ve heard all your answers
But there’s one thing I wish you’d explain
How you sign a few papers
And wash seven years down the drain
Pack up a few things and just walk away from it all
You with your freedom
And me with my back to the wall

I suppose in my mind
I could find some things that I didn’t do
But I heard it said somewhere
That hindsight’s a fool’s point of view
And the point is it’s over
And you’ve walked away standing tall
You with your reasons
And me with my back to the wall

And you’re leaving me with a mind full of dreams
Made of sand
Headache and heartbreak
And all kinds of time on my hands
I just sit in the back row
And wait for the curtain to fall
You’ve got the future
And I’ve got my back to the wall

But you can’t pick a wildflower
And not have it wither and die
Or build a sandcastle
That won’t wash away with the tide
And you can’t keep a wild bird from leaving
At the first signs of fall
You’ve got your freedom and I’ve got my back to the wall
You’ve got your freedom and I’ve got my back to the wall