It's not what we expected
not what we had planned
but maybe it is better
than we can understand

like finding a good reason
in a bottle on the shore
everything will have it's season
nobody's keeping score

this is not how I thought that it would be
waiting on some circumstance, to make me feel complete

innocence, we pass it down
like corduroys with the knees worn out
the long way home

i'm driving in slow motion
on streets of might-have been's
put to rest my reservations
A new day to begin

this is not how I thought that it should go
drag me around and around the things I thought I should know

love is not efficient, but even if it wasÂ…

innocence lost and found
like corduroys with the knees worn out
i wanna take the long way home