Detour

Took​ ​a​ ​little​ ​detour​ ​to​ ​the​ ​place​ ​I​ ​like​ ​to​ ​go​ ​when​ ​I​ ​am​ ​sad

Middle​ ​of​ ​the​ ​night​ ​I​ ​ride​ ​my​ ​bike​ ​and​ ​wonder​ ​why​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​add

A​ ​little​ ​sugar​ ​to​ ​my​ ​coffee

Even​ ​though​ ​I​ ​like​ ​the​ ​bitter​ ​taste

And​ ​why​ ​the​ ​hell​ ​I've​ ​let​ ​myself​ ​get​ ​lost​ ​in​ ​all​ ​the​ ​ticker​ ​tape

Made​ ​of​ ​paper​ ​and​ ​waiting​ ​to​ ​await​ ​who?

Took​ ​a​ ​little​ ​detour​ ​on​ ​the​ ​road​ ​I​ ​never​ ​drove​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​mad

When​ ​I​ ​feel​ ​alright,​ ​I​ ​fly​ ​my​ ​kite​ ​and​ ​wonder​ ​why​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​add

A​ ​little​ ​sugar​ ​to​ ​my​ ​coffee

Even​ ​though​ ​I​ ​like​ ​the​ ​bitter​ ​taste

And​ ​why​ ​the​ ​hell​ ​I've​ ​let​ ​myself​ ​get​ ​lost​ ​in​ ​all​ ​the​ ​ticker​ ​tape

Made​ ​of​ ​paper​ ​and​ ​waiting​ ​to​ ​await​ ​who?

I'm​ ​at​ ​a​ ​fork​ ​in​ ​the​ ​road

Come​ ​find​ ​me

I​ ​don't​ ​really​ ​know​ ​where​ ​to​ ​go

Come​ ​find​ ​me

I'm​ ​at​ ​a​ ​fork​ ​in​ ​the​ ​road

Come​ ​find​ ​me

I​ ​don't​ ​really​ ​know​ ​where​ ​to​ ​go