True love is all alone
True love may have to wait
When you are moving in different directions
One always wants to work things out
Two different directions
When you are moving in different directions
Different points of view
One being like an open window
Too many different ways
For reasons they don’t even know
And loving quickly turns to anger
True love can turn to hate
That may not be true
No one is seen and nothing heard
Too many times too late
The other one always stays
Too often on your own
Everything is all brand new
Too ready for changes
They come from different places
What’s the reason for
Old stories start to surface
They say, they’ll always be together
The other one sleeps in late
One just like a closing door
When you are moving in different directions
One always on the road somewhere
Patterns from long ago
Two different directions
Too many different ways
The strongest heart can be broken
Too often unhappy
Too many different ways
The other one wants to play
If opposites attract each other
With one insensitive word
They find themselves in different spaces
The deepest feelings remain unspoken
One likes to see the morning sunrise
Two different directions
If you are committed to different directions
Too much that just can’t wait
Too many tomorrows
