Please, Head North. - Transit

After tonight I just can’t be alone

I’m driving home beneath the stoplights

They’re holding me in suspense

But that’s just the way it is I guess

For those of us who move too fast

And I wish that I could say

That I’m wishing you the best

But I can’t, but I can’t

So I’ll write it out on paper to remember every word

For all the things I’ve lost and found inside of every verse

These are my directions to you:

Please, head north

Voices scream inside of me

Well, «Maybe I’m just cursed.»

Just like they say, maybe I’m just cursed

I’m always hoping for the best

Maybe I’m just cursed

I’m always hoping for the best

Preparing for the worst

So please, head north

Maybe I was right, maybe I was wrong

I just can’t write another one of these summer songs

Oh please not another sad, sad song

You’ll find me hanging on every word

It kills you to know that this world, it owes you nothing

So just forget what you’re expecting

You’ll find half what you deserve