Last to Know

Way down the track Made the wrong turn Finished up where I started You noticed the change came over me Fell in love with my own reflection How does it feel Beneath your own wheel Feel like an accident Waking up Under a bus with my fingers crossed Now is the time we could make it up So, you lost the fear It wasn't that bad Left to your own devices Yeah Still a young girl Eyes on the clock Tick like a motor running out Magnets and words upon the fridge Speak to the poet in all of us I missed the page that you thought about Drew in the frost on the window pane And who, I wonder Could fail to notice The aching silence Come down I'm humble now I hope you might come back In your own time Left to your own devices And so Thats how it goes Never the first Always the last to know