I always think no one is being sincere That’s just the way I was brought up I hide it away but it reappears And all of the thoughts that I made up Maybe I’ll drive north to June Lake And try not to get lost on the way The last time I got there too late But maybe this time I’ll stay I always think I'm looking worse for the wear That’s just the way that I grew up And what others say I pretend I don’t care But inside I always get torn up Maybe I’ll drive north to June Lake And try not to get lost on the way The last time I got there too late But maybe this time I’ll stay