(1, 2...)
Well, way down the line
I could buy us a home
It could take me some time
Some hole in the wall
So that I can afford to pay for it all
More stress but less mess
More blessed but less rest
Then way down the road
When we live in the home
We can lighten the load
That hole in the wall
Where we can avoid the weight of it all
More change but less fear
I'm holding back here
'Cause I don't need to let you go to find
That I was wrong the whole time
When I can barely open up my eyes
To see something from both sides
Take time in between
If we break in the fall
Will we be back in the spring?
No kids, no career
But we're still shaping up
To have a hell of a year
More time and less care
More gray but less hair
More words but less clear
I'm holding back here
But how'm I gonna let you go to find
That I was wrong the whole time
When I can barely open up my eyes
To see something from both sides?
You were open the whole time
All the time
All the time