Sometimes I see us both walking back together
In my mind
Like maybe
We both only misunderstood
But I'm thinking that we missed that train forever
And that's fine
'Cause baby
It wasn't stopping at no place good
I'm gonna write a song, gonna call my friends
I'm gonna fall in love with the road again
I'm gonna wrap my arms around her waist
Work me Lord and wash my sins
I'm gonna fall in love with the woods again
I'm gonna fix that sorry shape I'm in
Nobody ever gets to go back through the window of time
Well, it's crazy
But that don't stop us from trying in vain
A little death it doesn't kill us after all
And it's fine
When you ain't there
You ain't there to feel all that pain
I'm gonna write a song, gonna call my friends
I'm gonna fall in love with the road again
I'm gonna wrap my arms around her waist
Work me Lord and wash my sins
I'm gonna fall in love with the woods again
Fix that sorry shape I'm in
I know, I know, I know, don't leave me
I'm gonna fall in love with good again
I gotta work that out
You gotta work that
I gotta work that out
You gotta work it
