Depend on my indecision
I'm waiting, I'm miles away
I broke down in Massachusetts, my head in hands
I fell apart
I can see that the past is gone
Doesn't mean that we have to lose it all
Can't react til we lay down
I'm getting back to where we started out
I can see the signs, no rest for the weary
Whoa got so far to go!
Whoa don't have a lot to go on.
Depend on my intuition
I'n waiting, miles away
Broken down, apathetic, my head in hands
I fall apart
I got advise from the photographs
Feels like they change every time I'm looking back
We ran on empty for so long
I'm getting back to where we left off
I can see the signs, no rest for the restless
Whoa got so far to go!
Whoa don't got a lot to go on.
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