I'm gonna take a stab at thisSure you will be alrightMake a decision with a kiss
Maybe I have frostbite
And when I shuffled on back homeI'll make sure all of my tracks in the snowWere goneTissue and bones, it was a tryst
This isn't a gunfight
Checking it off my list
Unable to rewrite
Five years, countless months and far alone
Hope I'm ready, able to make my ownGood homeThey go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I didThey go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I did
They go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I didThey go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I didThey go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I didThey go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I did
