In the middle, I’m lying, of a maze, that I just can’t figure out.

I guess I should stop trying, take a walk in the best of–

what’s about, not try to know what to say,

not try to find out who’s leading the way,

try not to fall back behind,

try not to worry because I might not find

what’s behind the door could be so much more, but for now I’m fine staying with you forever here, never to leave you behind.

Not try to know what to say, not try to find out who’s leading the way, try not to fall back behind, try not to hurry like every day’s stealing my time.

I’ll just hold out what I know then I’ll tell you how I feel.

But you’re here and you’re gone, I guess it’s really no big deal...

Is there some way that you could prove that anything you say is real?

First you’re here then you’re gone, it’s you, that ain’t no big deal.

I thought I was dreaming-till you said you had another soul to steal.

Now I’m scared and lonely, thinking you might be the only one I can feel.

I guess I should be quiet

just in case what I tell you turns out wrong.

But I think I might try it,

just in case by tomorrow, it happens we’re gone.