Somethings Weren't Meant To Be - Eilen Jewell

A lucky horseshoe in a pile of junk

An old gold strike returned to the dust

A hot rod decaying in the thorns and the weeds

Some things weren’t meant to be

Some things weren’t meant to be

Daisy seeds planted in paint chips and ashes

Of yesterday’s sages and dried-up old cactus

No matter if you watered them faithfully

Some things weren’t meant to be

Some things weren’t meant to be

There’s no use in trying to change all we’ve done

You’ve said it all clearly, I’m just not the one

My best was less than you wanted from me

Some things weren’t meant to be

Some things weren’t meant to be