Turnaround Stan Rogers

Bits and pieces you offered
Of your life; I didn’t think they meant a lot
Or said much for you
And all the chances to follow
Didn’t make a lot of sense when stacked against
The choices you made

For yours was the open road
The bitter song, the heavy load
That I couldn’t share
Though the offer was there
Every time you turned around

Now, it’s not like you made out
To hang around, although you know I made some sounds
To show that I cared
And when it looked like you heard the call
I didn’t say a lot, although I could’ve said
Much more, had I dared

But yours was the open road
The bitter song, the heavy load
That I couldn’t share
Though the offer was there
Every time you turned around