The Long Way Home

Nothing has to change in three years You can look across the table in the same dimly lit coffee shop And see the same face One that's telling you how lately all these problems seem paper thin When life comes in And though my brain tells me not to let go Oh, that's just how it goes I said goodnight to someone I do not know And now I'm scared Though I know that there's no room now to be scared And now I'm talking on my phone Looking at the road Looking beyond the road Trying to see something that I recognize But I know that's not the goal More than learning to not have focus on my own Embracing how sometimes I now inhale Hell and exhale hope A/C in your hair Cool running down my spine Rain dampening my clothes The rest of my life Today I almost died ...I think I'll take the long way home