You'd take another step if you thought it would do any good
The problem with my head is lately it's been rotting wood.
I wish that I was brave.
I wish I had something to say.
We take it on the chin, we take it where we can get it
Maybe we are lost because we are all just kids
I wouldn't trust myself
So I'll trust someone else
Give it space and give it time
I cannot promise that it will be fine
But give it space and give it time
Anything is worth a try
Here is all I know wrapped up in a little line
We want twice as much, and we want it in half the time
Ghosts are just old dreams
Promises to ourselves that we forgot to keep.