Triptych - IDA

Did we give away too much or was it right?

I just wanna go back home and hold you tight

I can’t face another crowd and feel this way

Oh no, oh no

I’m falling into every little trap that I can find

Reading too much into every single sign

I can’t face you with the others all around

Oh no, oh no

I need some time to breathe

I can’t fix what’s wrong

Well the world I see is only two lanes wide

From this midnight van to Georgia that we ride

And the toll booths become markers of the time

Oh no, oh no

We come and go so fast

Looking for what lasts