Last Tuesday. Treadmill. Zeneszám

I questioned, found answers, but I cant seem to shake these habits
And lessons, I'm learning, bittersweet they look inside of me
But please done leave....I'll be right here
Which way to go....and I will take you there
But everyday the same old story plays in my mind

I'm running fast, I'm running far
Running to and from so long
I dont even understand
Which way the wind is blowing now,
I've got to make it there somehow
I need you help along the way

Years later, I still struggle with the same revolving problems
Try not to, but wonder if I have gotten anywhere

Are you still there.....you're not alone
Where should I go....just stay right here with me
And everyday we'll write new stories and be just fine

You told me, you told me, things would never be that easy
You told me, you told me, things would never be that easy
Easy come and easy go