The stormy days are gone. Watch me walk away from the past,,never turning my back. I am going to look straight forward,,reach out my hands in an attempt to get a hold of my map. With a permanent marker i am going to mark my path,,making sure that's the only direction i am to head. No more getting distracted,,no more dwelling on autumns past. You can remain the pot hole on the side of the road,,forever stoned and cracked. But guess what love I have driven off,,leaving you in the past. Meanwhile your gonna remain on the side of that road lonely&unable to start moving again..