Gloves are up, strings are torn Don't wanna be the one who's gone Things just blow away Imagining if things are changed Would you still think I was so deranged Things just blow away And I know I was out of line And it's too late to make things right Gloves are up, strings are torn Thinking about the glee before Things just blow away We'll travel far, Arcadia Just say the word, I'll start the car A million brand new day And I know I was out of line And it's too late to make things right It's a place where you turn back time And there's no going home We strive to go far, leaving for Arcadia Thinking through What is it we want? I implore What is it you want? I adore And I know I was out of line And it's too late to make things right It's a place where you turn back time And there's no going home