Last To Know

Way down the track, made the wrong turn,
Finished up where I started,
You noticed a change come over me,
Fell in love with my own reflection yeah,
How does it feel beneath your own wheel,
Feels 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,
But who I wonder could fail to notice,
The aching silence came down,
I’m humble know,
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