You're glidin' down the silver spoon And catchin' glints of fluorescent beams of light And hidin' in my back pocket The small, white rose I stole from the grocery store And imagining you sitting there A long, blank stare, flashing blue to red to the right And if I make that drive on past the pike Can't make wrongs right, though, I'm bound to try Well, the simplest of words Are those that burn the longest in our minds And unless I follow through, I'll fall to you, and hell, well, We'll tow away with time You dig out a hole to pull your past into I've covered these wounds for too long; I've passed my dues You sayin' you try to forget, but it just comes right back to you Oh, no, oh, no no no Lord, I'm comin' home The aimless has the hall inside my home The darkest of nights spent alone, alone And my head hurts so bad from cryin' But I ain't sad; no, I ain't sad at all The blush gives out a wailin' moan Towers of steel and glass and better stone, and better stone No, no, I ain't sad at all I just like watchin' nameless people walk the streets Now there ain't much left to say to you We're both different people as we both know And maybe we'll get a motel room Split the bill in two, and both go home in the mornin' I'd give everything I own to volunteer I could smell you that you were here before I was here Oh, and Lord knows, we are bound to follow through It's true, it's true, it's true I'm still in love with you Mmm