I happen to know you’re headed for nothing at all.

This is the way it goes,
With you a part of it.
Nervously saying words,
That oh-so-tightly fit.
A mark beneath the chin. Uh, Uh.
And I’ve caught you once again.
It’s in the way you sell every word and phrase,
And leaving me to know how much the meaning weighs.
Saying that but meaning this. Uh, Uh.
Your tears for emphasis.

Couldn’t let you love me, now I’ve put that in the soil.
Buried all the times that I was hesitant.

There’s no one on the other side,
There’s nothing more than what I had!

Is it too late to go back down that road?
Or take the backroads, we’re not the same, no.
Tell me I’m not dreaming again.
Our love is not a ghost,
Our love is not a ghost.
Could build a brand new home.