Woke up, in my head I heard your voice saying something
Deep in the fog that was covering me
You said, "Why don't you call or at least call back sometime?"

And I fell back to the past and the grace that I lacked
Blind in the praise that was smothering me
Now I've left it so long, coasting along
But I know, oh, I was wrong

Maybe my carefree has been careless
Maybe the story was half true
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
Are calling on me now to get through

So I thought maybe I'd call and that would be all
Clear out regrets that were hovering here
But how could I get to a place that's so distant now?
Back then I knew right away and still I didn't say

Under my breath I was muttering
And from the start I gave just part of my heart
And now I see what I did
What I did

Maybe my carefree has been careless
Maybe the story was half true
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
Are calling on me now to, to get through

Maybe my carefree has been careless
Maybe the story was half true
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
Are calling on me now to get through
To get through

I'll be hollering out the words that I meant to use
I'll be hollering out the words that I meant to use

Maybe my carefree has been careless
Maybe the story was half true
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
Are calling on me now to, to get through

Maybe my carefree has been careless
Maybe the story was half true
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
Are calling on me now to, to get through
To get through
To get through
To get through