Left to come undone
Why keep your composure
Try to hide it
When no one's looking back at you
Watch them waltz into the sun
The road before us crumbles to dust
Go somewhere no one can find us
Oh I know
But every time you say
I look the other way
I do
Well, who cares that much anyway?
Who cares about what they say?
'Cause nothing matters at the end of the day
In time
When we grow old
We won't care about these little things at all
And all I know
That every time you say
I look the other way
I do
Well, who cares that much anyway?
And all I know
That's every time you say
I look the other way
I do
Well, who cares that much anyway?
