As the leaves begin to change, I'm lying again on my face, and this cool air takes me back as I remember this place. I'm here with paper and a guitar, so I'll write about how I got this far.

What has to happen for me to understand? That second chances aren't worth it, what's the master plan? And would it be all right, if I sat alone here tonight? Believe me when I say, this is not a lie, you had me at goodbye

You can never go back to how things were, but you can move forward to create something new. Will I be ok? Will we be all right? This is something I've got to do. So say a final goodnight, let sleep take you, but again this is something I have to do.

And just for a moment, I take a breath and hold it. And just for a moment, I'll no longer know it. And just for a moment, I take a breath and hold it, and just for a moment, I'll no longer show it.

What has to happen for me to understand? That second chances aren't worth it what's the master plan? And would it be all right, if I sat alone tonight? Believe me when I say, this is not a lie, you had me at goodbye