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