Down a road you mind

And a fork is coming by

You ask if we're fine, yeah we could live by

In the wrong direction

Even if you don't wanna change I know

It's the wrong direction

And I don't think that he believes

In cold turkey or lotteries

Seems the tree we grew had the branches bloom

In the wrong direction

And you try to save all the time you gave

In the wrong direction

And some things are not meant to be

And some things are fantasy

And why start again

From scratch again, scratch again, oh

I don't understand

I don't want to learn anymore

Mom, I can't give you any grandkids

You read the wrong religion

No more Sundays for washing strange colors

No more cherry picking

(It's coming by)

And I don't know what I've become

Take me to a place of sun

The same rain again

(Something pulling me from under)

And I don't understand

(And I don't want to learn anymore)

Keep the trophy, keep the city

Ain't it all insufficient?

So I leave behind an estranged old life

From a wrong direction

What you have is what you have asked

It's not tagged with wrong descriptions

Sorry, I can't stay with you anyway

It's the wrong direction

(It's coming by)