It's only been three songs since I pulled in
I'm counting the leaves that stuck to me like
I've counted the times you've let me down
I clear off my dash and I breathe deep letting the stillness say its piece
Fist closing 'round a will o' the wisp like you're calling out names to a stray
Is it better to dream than to stay awake when all you want is slipping away?
I'm cutting across three lanes in vain "Every minute away from you I waste"
Or that's what I tell myself at least
I find every way I can to read between your lines so maybe then I'd know you better than the rest
Fist closing 'round a will o' the wisp like you're calling out names to a stray
Is it better to dream than to stay awake when all you want is slipping away?