Letras
I can't decide how I should say
That I meant all the right things, they just came out the wrong way
To miss your vintage smile, I wear this weathered frown
And not much has changed since you were last in town
There's still no new buildings where the old ones aren't
And no one much has really gone that far
While I'm waiting for you to save me
I'm listing all my convictions that I haven't followed through
Somehow desire and affection are still too stubborn to
Move in the same direction
In the same direction
The same bad jokes make the same people laugh
Like, "If I never leave then I'll never have to come back"
As I signal onto our gravel road
I'm tired of the dirt, the dust and the ice and the snow
And I fear my content like I fear my loneliness
These parts and labour are too fragile to persist
All of our conversations trickle down the line
And they gain more details all the time
I'm writing this from past the mills
In the St. Cyr hills
As I contemplate the smoke that always floats
In the same direction
In the same direction
Can we move in the same direction?
(Oh, woah, oh, woah)