Last To Know

I went down the track, made the wrong turn Finished up where I started Noticed a change come over me Fell in love with my own reflection, yeah 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 up on the fridge Speak to the poet in all of us I missed the page that you thought about Drew in the frost on the windowpane And who I wonder could fail to notice The aching silence come down I'm humbled now I hope you might come back In your own time Left to your own devices And so, that's how it goes Never the first, always the last to know