honeysuckle overgrows the roads out by Mt. Crawford,
covering up the cans and glass thrown out of passing trucks,
I drive by and wonder why we stumbled on, so awkward,
overlooking all the signs and trusting in our luck…

and I’m thinking of all the time that we wasted,
worrying things that, left on their own, would’ve turned out fine,
and all of the things I wish I’d told you, now that you’re far behind,
why do I keep on stumbling?..

I run stoplights late at night and hope that no one’s watching,
look both ways before I cross, make sure that no one’s close,
and I played love like hide-and-seek, a game of careful dodging,
tryin’ to guess what came next, missing what I wanted most…

and I’m thinking of all the time that we wasted,
worrying things that, left on their own, would’ve turned out fine,
with all of the ways I’ve changed since then,
and all of the ways I’ve tried…
why do I keep on stumbling?..