I pace the floors, this empty house
Compare its contents to myself
The phone keeps ringing
I know they could never help

Sometimes it's worse to have the time
Then never have it for yourself
I wish I knew you half as much as I can tell

Why does the road I walk not comfort me?
My mind's always racing down some other street

We cut that conversation short
Before it starts all that again
Maybe we ought to get it over with

We're scared that we could end it
We count on nothing we don't fear
It's sad to think that there's no guarantees at all
No guarantees at all

Why does the road I walk not comfort me?
My mind's always racing down some other street
Why does the road I walk not comfort me?
My heart's always racing, it nearly stopped
When the lights turned red, it started to break
There was a clash of head

We pace the floors, this empty house
Compare its contents to ourselves
And every step I let you down

We cut that conversation short
Before it starts all that again, again, again

I pace the floors this empty house
Compare its content to myself
The phone keeps ringing
I know, I know, I know, I know