I'll meet you at the station on Loyola Avenue, I'll stay put here and not move for a day. According to your letter you'll arrive ten twenty three, I'm back it's like I've never been away.
We'll take a stroll and argue till our voices have run dry and say how much we both enjoyed the day. Make amends as hands extend to push on through the week, forgive, forget that's all that's left to say.
Think it over, can't seem to get my way. Think it over, move on from yesterday.
According to all sources we're on lonely avenue, an indecisive message from the grave. It's hard to make your mind up when it's not your mind to make, the futures not for us it's for the brave.
Think it over, can't seem to get my way. Think it over, move on from yesterday.
Take the long road round,
Take the long way down.
Take the long road round,
Take the long way down.
Think it over, can't seem to get my way. Think it over, move on from yesterday.