I'm outta time
You've got your problems
I've got mine
I'll handle mine,
You handle yours
We still live behind closed doors
I wouldn't walk 500 miles
or even 34
when I
could fall down at your door
i just want to see you in the summer time
or spring or fall
but i
prolly wont see you at all
This time around
Wont be the same
Once again
You'd play that game
Can't handle mine
Can't handle yours
When we walk behind closed doors
comin to town in the midst of june
take a taste from the silver spoon
its 1 am im doin fine
as you start to cross the line
the tiny fine line chasing choice and
force me off the normal course
the road that ends
when all is well
i dont want to ring that bell
This time around
Wont be the same
Once again
You'd play that game
Can't handle mine
Can't handle yours
When we walk behind closed doors