Same flow, different road.
The traffic, the lights
The intersection and signs
Are all the same but the day.
Different cars, faces and voices
Echoes bounce back
Different waves, intensity and direction.
The breeze is still but never the same.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
We walk the same path and follow
The same moments of the past
And thinking the moments would last
But it’s the same thing all over again
Like the hands of the clock on the wall
Circling and circling ’til the end
Telling the same, right but different call.