I tread the same ground, but this time I tread alone
And I lay my head down, but this time I know
That when I open up my eyes
I won't see your face frame by a clear sky
I sing the same songs but this time I sing them wrong
And they all sing along, just reminds me that you're gone
I can imagine that you're three seats over, head bent down in prayer
Well maybe you're just waiting for me
To lift my head up
Grab your hand, we'll tread again