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 keep 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,
I played love like hide and seek, a game of careful dodging,
trying to guess what came next, missing what I wanted most,

and I keep 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 l've changed since then and all of the ways l've tried,
why do I keep on stumbling?...