G. Cormier  I found a key on the front porch so I let myself in  I see that you've kept things the way they've always been  but there's one thing that's different than it use to be  it's the man in the picture staring back at me  It's a long lonely highway when you go it alone  I thought I could walk out and still come back home  the new life you've chosen don't include me  and after all of my traveling I can plainly see  I was a fool to walk out and leave solid ground  but I was scared of commitment and being tied down  and the one thing that scared me is the one thing I've learned  there's no bed of roses around the next turn