He walked her back to the train station
After dinner in the city
And he doesn't know her but he wished he could
And he talked to her but from where he stood
She looked a little more pretty
It seems that his words would go unheard
And I, and I don't regret
Those letters that I sent
And was it the smile or that accent
That brought me to madness
And I, I stir dirt with my heavy steps
And I won't find god down in all this mess
And those windmill lights on 65
Show what's ahead and what's left behind
Who's to say
That they aren't one and the same
And in his brain
He's projecting grace
And she sat on the steps starin up above
It had been a few months since
She left him behind she didn't care about love
And she took her time but for what he's worth
She wasn't what he needed
Just think about a time that it was unrehearsed
And I, and I don't regret
Those letters that I sent
And was it the smile or that accent
That brought me to madness
And I, I stir dirt with my heavy steps
And I won't find god down in all this mess
And those windmill lights on 65
Show whats ahead and what's left behind
Who's to say
That they aren't one and the same
And in his brain
He's projecting grace