So you're sick of the day,
Come away,
And we'll walk where the paths meet past,
Back to when life was simple,
And the road was straight.
I can't see around this corner,
I don't know whats there,
Maybe I'll find out,
Or maybe I'll go back to that clearing
Where I could see its every detail.
Run back to the house,
Turn on the radio,
Let the music take you away,
Let your heart race,
Run away without moving your feet,
I'll come with you,
I swear I'll stand close by.
Give me the confidence,
Talk with me for just a minute,
Stay by me,
And be right behind me,
But make me go first around that corner.
