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