(direction)

Green lights
Dotted lines
And no direction
I think it’s five miles
’Til the road runs out
Do you trust me or do you question?
My new friends don’t know me like you do
They always think I know where i’m going, unlike you

‘Cause you know
Your sense of direction is better than mine
And you know
Every intersection past 95
You know
My pride can affect me from time to time
You know
That you should correct me when I’m out of line

If it’s obvious
To only us
That I’m wrong
Maybe I think
That I’m happy
To get lost, if it’s with you
My new friends don’t know me like you do
They never see or notice when I’m roaming, but you do

‘Cause you know
Your sense of direction is better than mine
And you know
Every intersection past 95
You know
My pride can affect me from time to time
You know
That you should correct me when I’m out of line