Sometimes I see us both walking back together In my mind Like maybe We both only misunderstood But I'm thinking that we missed that train forever And that's fine 'Cause baby It wasn't stopping at no place good I'm gonna write a song, gonna call my friends I'm gonna fall in love with the road again I'm gonna wrap my arms around her waist Work me Lord and wash my sins I'm gonna fall in love with the woods again I'm gonna fix that sorry shape I'm in Nobody ever gets to go back through the window of time Well, it's crazy But that don't stop us from trying in vain A little death it doesn't kill us after all And it's fine When you ain't there You ain't there to feel all that pain I'm gonna write a song, gonna call my friends I'm gonna fall in love with the road again I'm gonna wrap my arms around her waist Work me Lord and wash my sins I'm gonna fall in love with the woods again Fix that sorry shape I'm in I know, I know, I know, don't leave me I'm gonna fall in love with good again I gotta work that out You gotta work that I gotta work that out You gotta work it