The door to the front yard is stuck on the concrete, you'd think it'd be hard to let go The napkin is stained with your lipstick Your friend downstairs has been workin on her magic tricks Your eyes, your eyes, they look to the phone But there's no one to call so you wait to walk home Your hands, your hands, they rest on your lap Aching for a second chance but the price is too high to catch But you don't have a clue Of what's on the other side, the sting of the heat why can't you decide While the leaves pass you by The concrete is pulled up now but you still have time You still have time The door is all you'll ever see Stumble into something new, you're halfway up the tree Feel the heat with the back of your hand If you're not ready dear, step into the sand Alright But you don't have a clue Of what's on the other side, the sting of the heat why can't you decide While the leaves pass you by The concrete is pulled up now but you still have time You still have time You still have time Your eyes, your eyes, they look to the phone But there's no one to call so you wait to walk home Your hands, your hands, they rest on your lap Aching for a second chance but the price is too high to catch