Let Babylon Burn - What Do I Know

I thought love could give tomorrow with you, for true.
Now every answer feels thinner somehow; the older I get,
The less certain now.
Don't mind these old words; maybe they never knew enough.
You'll follow the wind where it carries your name and walks your own miles without blame.
It won't come knocking at my door; life has a way of wanting much more,
But I don't think so.