It’s not what we expected
not what we had planned
but maybe it is better
than we can understand
like finding a good reason
in a bottle on the shore
everything will have it’s season
nobody’s keeping score
this is not how I thought that it would be
waiting on some circumstance, to make me feel complete
innocence, we pass it down
like corduroys with the knees worn out
i wanna take the long way home
the long way home
i’m driving in slow motion
on streets of might-have been’s
put to rest my reservations
A new day to begin
this is not how I thought that it should go
drag me around and around the things I thought I should know
love is not efficient, but even if it was…
innocence lost and found
like quarter tones that pass the hour
i wanna take the long way home
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