The Way Back

A burning house Is seen from a distance Trickling letters at the front entrance And when you're feeling foolish I feel a little foolish too I hear your tires screeching Driving fast On the way back do you look into your rear view mirror Don't make this about me I'm just a fly on the wall Call me as you want me Not as you need me I Can't believe you say that Driving fast On the way back do you look into your rear view mirror And when the nights get rough you know you can call me in the morning And I'll try to understand