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Thought that having time to kill
Wouldn’t kill my soul.
Work too hard ‘til that day comes
Isn’t that the goal?
Then you get there
And nothing seems clear.
Does it stay the same,
The same year after year…
Or is there more than you know?

What comes next?
I’m tryin’ to figure it out but there’s too many choices.
What’s next?
Tryin’ to listen to my head but there’s too many voices.
Next…next…next….
My heart can’t start – it feels frozen solid with regret.
Don’t look back… just look ahead.
At what comes next.

Making lists again and again
Of how to fill my days.
Old things to build, new things to try.
My mind just needs to rearrange.
Write a song, see the world,
Maybe play the cello.
Or paint everything
In this empty beige house yellow.
Even find a place to just fit in.

They say the first step is the hardest.
But by hard I think they mean paralyzed.
Could I build a better life than the one I knew before?
Could there really be more than I realize?

What comes next?
I’m tryin’ to figure it out but there’s too many choices.
What’s next?
Tryin’ to listen to my head but there’s too many voices.
Next…next…next….
My heart can’t start – it feels frozen solid with regret.
Don’t look back… just look ahead.
At what comes next.