Rearrange

All along, we knew the answers all along
Why did it take you so long? I hear you say

It all depends on how your point of view can change
Round and round, rearrange

I don't count the days

All along, I didn't listen physically
I have come to find what's not mine
I thought was a given

And all the while, I feel like I could go either way
Behind your backs, I just may

I don't count the days

All along, I could do anything
Anything without you, anyway