| two roads diverged... i've got two hands and they're equal distance apart and on one hand there's you and on the other it's her and the days are getting shorter as we are getting closer and the nights seem much colder with only one hand to hold her And how can you expect for me to reach you when i never know where you are i'm sitting here trying to read her eyes while your tape is playing in my car my heart in poles drawing nearer north than you and as we talk there's little outside of the room that holds our interest you've taken up residence in all of my nights while she sits beside me everyday there's grace in every context and the wind is held by a phrase And how can you expect for me to reach her when i never know what we are i'm sitting here trying to read her eyes while your tape is playing in my car so this is how it must feel to be standing all alone with two hands in front of you and who am i to take the one less traveled? yeah- who am i to be here at all? i've got one hand reserved for her but i can't hold you at all... |