Quiet in the car on the way back home
Nothing to say, and I've been talking all my life
Now it's time to
Go to the doctor on Monday
I hope she'll level me out
And I'll be feeling much better when the kids are twenty three
Something to think about
But it's not a losing streak
It's not a victory
It's just chemistry
And I was never really good at chemistry
Looking through the window on the way back home
And the mountains were tall, and they held us all in the palm of their hand
Til we forgot it all
I don't wanna talk, put the radio on
And let the kids sleep in the back
It's the balance that I lack, and all this history
I was never, I was never any good at any of that stuff
And so you get to thinking, get to thinking that you're never good enough
And then someone says, someone says Honey, better take the pill, do it
And then the sun comes out and I just feel afraid
To do it
It's not a losing streak
And it's not a prophecy
It's just what's in me
And I was never really good at chemistry"