Texty: Gamits (The). Parts. Peninsula.

I have waited patiently for it to turn around
I have practiced my invention
I have only good intentions

Having fallen off the wagon just to crawl back on
I was following for miles
I was following for miles

Over hills across plains
Been in cars and in trains
I have spoke without lies
I have dust in my eyes

There were words unsaid for hours
Sometimes days on end
When we finally found the courage
It was instantly regretted

On the edge of a peninsula we?re falling off
This is only the beginning
Of the longest ever ending

In the air and over waves
Been in boats and in planes
I won?t follow you home
You won?t follow me home