Three hundred and sixty-nine nights ago

We were in some bar by the harbour down in Montauk Cove

Three hundred and sixty-eight days ago

The car broke down for the last time on some back beach road

And I don't know how to fix broken engines

any more than I know Why . . . why did I go? I only know

I'm looking over empty pages

I'm looking at a cold year

I'm looking in my heart and I'm seein'

(CHORUS)

All roads lead back to you

God knows, I've tried to drive on through

But everytime I turn around a bend, I see what I always knew

All roads lead back to you

Three hundred and sixty-nine nights ago

We slept at that run-down motel outside of town

And three hundred and sixty-eight days ago

I checked out for the last time and caught the ferry across the sound

But the nights we spent in that summer heat remain with me today

And repeat like a song that won't get out of my brain

The rhythm of the wheels inside me

The white lines rushing by me

Rain falling on the window, and darlin'

(CHORUS)

How can I wait when time won't let me

How can I stop when I can't let go

How can I run in no direction, I'm right back where I started from

How can I doubt what I see so clearly

How can I drop what I can't outgrow

How can I wait even one more day when I know

I'm living in a senseless crisis

I'm giving in, I cannot fight this

I'm coming on home, I swear

I pray you'll still be there

(CHORUS)