Take your time the old man said, you know you'd like to hear this from a fools perspective One more step and I'm sure you'll trip No you didn't see this
Don't hold your tongue this time It's tied up on what you left behind Just like the morning gale, falls as she's on fire She hopes for something different
Take the longest road back home to the place that all will know, the trying days of old have passed The summer grass between our toes, when we'll get
Waking up to lack of oxygen, pulling the weight of the world down into the deepest blue, oh whoa oh , I can't recall what I'm doing here, what I'm holding
Hold on, hold on I deserve this, I bet you'll miss my crossed fingers Let me get this off my chest, I feel a little tired from holding on to thinking
