standing right at my door,
Well, how's your girlfriend? oh I wish you could stay.
It might be an ordinary day, but it seems like more than that to me..
from trying to thread the needle of this idea, without letting you know it.
I'd throw the maps right out the window, take the longest way home.
and I put on my best smile, so you won't notice what's wrong.
'cause I don't dare tell you, exactly what's on my mind.
It might be an ordinary day, but it seems like more than that to me...
I've gathered these pages letters I didn't send you would fall right from my fingers.
put my hands where I want to,
put it all out on the table, throw the maps right out the window...