Written By: Matt Berninger
No time
To crank the sun
And dry our hair
Before we go
No time
To lay around
Weâll come back someday
No time
To change our minds
The pricks are always
On our heels
No time
To fight about it
This time we canât be late
I was driving
Taking chances
Walking way too far out on
Some broken branches
Sometimes where youâre going
Is hard to see
I always knew there was
Something missing
They said no one could ever get me
To sit and listen
I was always
Trying to leave
Babe it got away from me
It got away from me
No time
To plan our fears
These things they always
Come from nowhere
No time
To lay around
Weâll come back someday
Nothing will ever just
Come to you, itâs only
What you find around and
What you do
If you donât hold it tight
Itâll leave
I kept seeing you
All around me
I couldnât just stand here and wait
Until you found me
I had to take you to make you
Believe
Babe it got away from me
It got away from me
It got away from me
It got away from me
If I wasnât so gone tonight
Iâd try to explain
Some people just know what they want
It doesnât change
If I wasnât so gone completely
This would feel like pain
Some people just know what they want
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