Back seat, windows up

The motion makes you sick

Forehead leaned against

The coldest pane, collecting as you breathe

The empty overpass, with three more to go, two hours in

And every song was saying it, beating it in, beat it to death

And you decided then that this time was different

That it was time to finally try it

Even though it never worked before

Even though it's never gonna work

It’s the best we've got, it's the best chance for us now

And it could not come soon enough

In the back seat on the way home

It wasn’t that we saw it all through cracks of doors

It's that they felt it as we watched

Head rush, pounding, blushed and found out, hid all night

If we could work on what we know

If we could stop expecting it

All things we chase even though they're not ours

The fold in the fabric frays from feeling out its shape

Pressed until it's gone, if only we could change

The paths in the dark we've beaten down before

But never in the light, how it's really paved

If only we could say what we really meant to say

If only we could listen to it right

If only we could spill it to her just what we were thinking

If only we could say the right thing, if only we could change

The patterns we've formed

That never found their way out

Keep it close, safe secret all alone

So you wrote it down and you threw it out

And you wrote it down and you threw it out

And you practiced how you wanted to sound

And you steeled yourself, and your heart was pounding

Up out of your chest and choking, stuffed into your throat

And your fumbled words and your sweaty shirt

And your shaking made it worse, and heard

"Flow, tide, ebb, road, night, sky, sand, home"

And you thought if you tried hard enough

It would work cause it's different now

The overpass, the empty road, the courage just to say something

If we could just have had more time

If we could just have had it figured out