The door to the front yard is stuck on the concrete, you'd think it'd be hard to let go
The napkin is stained with your lipstick
Your friend downstairs has been workin on her magic tricks
Your eyes, your eyes, they look to the phone
But there's no one to call so you wait to walk home
Your hands, your hands, they rest on your lap
Aching for a second chance but the price is too high to catch
But you don't have a clue
Of what's on the other side, the sting of the heat why can't you decide
While the leaves pass you by
The concrete is pulled up now but you still have time
You still have time
The door is all you'll ever see
Stumble into something new, you're halfway up the tree
Feel the heat with the back of your hand
If you're not ready dear, step into the sand
Alright
But you don't have a clue
Of what's on the other side, the sting of the heat why can't you decide
While the leaves pass you by
The concrete is pulled up now but you still have time
You still have time
You still have time
Your eyes, your eyes, they look to the phone
But there's no one to call so you wait to walk home
Your hands, your hands, they rest on your lap
Aching for a second chance but the price is too high to catch