Way down the track

made the wrong turn

Finished up where I started

You noticed a change come over me

Fell in love with my own reflection yeah

How does it feel beneath your own wheel

Feels like an accident waking up

Under a bus with my fingers crossed

Now is the time we could make it up

So you lost the fear it wasnt that bad

Left to your own devices yeah

Still a young girl eyes on the clock

Tick like a motor running out

Magnets and words up on the fridge

Speak to the poet in all of us

I missed the page that you thought about

Drew in the frost on the windowpane

But who I wonder could fail to notice

The aching silence came down

Im humble know

I hope you might come back

In your own time

Left to your own devices

And so

thats how it goes

Never the first

Always the last to know