Songs I Write | VIII

Losing Track

Maybe you'll change your mind
Gain perspective and choose mine
Maybe it's a master plan
We didn't think of or understand
Because I don't understand

We could bump into each other at the station
We would walk around, lose track of time and patience
You'll wake up one night, realise revelations
I've been the one and I've been waiting

Maybe we'll take time
Becoming unsettled and unkind
Beating around a bush to feel blind
When you see clearly what you left behind

We could bump into each other at the station
We would walk around, lose track of time and patience
You'll wake up one night, realise revelations
I've been the one and I've been waiting
We could bump into each other at the station
We could talk about you and I and reparations
You'll wake up one night, realise revelations
I've been the one and I've been waiting

For now I don't want to eat at my favourite places
It all is haunted by beautiful faces
And flirtatious spaces
That I can't erase or face or make a change, if

We could bump into each other at the station
We would walk around, lose track of time and patience
You'll wake up one night, realise revelations
I've been the one and I've been waiting
We could bump into each other at the station
We could talk about you and I and reparations
You'll wake up one night, realise our mistakes and
I've been the one, I've been waiting

You were right the first time
You were right the first time
You got it right the first time
You got it right the first time
You were right the first time
You were right for the first time
You got it right the first time
You had it right