I've done my part, don't stop to start.
And now I could never ever feel the same.
What's left behind? And did you ever think we'd see
these signs? Counting cars at midnight?
I can't feel the same. Some things never come back.
I've done my part, but you never seem to see me through
this. Wake me up for every moment,
take it back with every goodbye.
As you find the time to wait for me,
I'm finding the time to find myself.
The songs still remind me,
but these nights will define me,
while you're waiting for me I'll be watching roads
pass through this open window.
Looking for ways to divide this drive,
and to find a phone line, to keep this all in line.
How do you balance priorities,
when every day is a weekend?
But at the week's end I'll be back on seventy-five.
How do you balance backwards?
You'll never try your laughter thins the line.
You'll never risk simplicity,
you'll never try your motives hide from time.
It's not that easy, you might not s