Don't lay on these tracks I'm too concerned that if I turn my back
The engine bears down as fast as I pin
And our bones become memories
But I can feel a stir in my heart Makes me think of high school I couldn't tell if I was ever really getting by For something real to start
And I saw the fence and the gate was crushed Roots break through and cracked bricks in gardens
But I can feel a stir in my heart Makes me think of high school I couldn't tell if I was ever really getting by Yeah, I was always waiting For something real to start
Don't lay on these tracks I'm too concerned that if I turn my back
But that's what I fear...