I left you in the rearview, not long, awhile back.
You stood in the doorway saying… something, talking smack.
I never learned to love you, now I know I said I did.
I just learned to love myself and that embarrassment… yes I hid.
Sometimes we just grow up fast, then we listen to our heart.
Or sometimes we grow tired of all that being ripped apart.
Somewhere in that distance I hear an old song play.
There’s still time to change your path, I smile when they say.
There’s a bustle in your hedgegrove, not sure now what they meant?
The pipers calling someone but the gold has all been spent.
Words can have two meanings and sometimes there’s a toll.
The piper found the stairway, taken back everything that you stole.