Depend on my indecision I'm waiting, I'm miles away I broke down in Massachusetts, my head in hands I fell apart
I can see that the past is gone Doesn't mean that we have to lose it all Can't react til we lay down I'm getting back to where we started out I can see the signs, no rest for the weary
Whoa got so far to go! Whoa don't have a lot to go on.
Depend on my intuition I'n waiting, miles away Broken down, apathetic, my head in hands I fall apart
I got advise from the photographs Feels like they change every time I'm looking back We ran on empty for so long I'm getting back to where we left off I can see the signs, no rest for the restless
Whoa got so far to go! Whoa don't got a lot to go on.