I'm not the kind to go out after dark,
I've always been afraid to close my eyes and feel,
what I'll find.
I'm not the man my mother thought I'd be,
I've never saved the life of made one up,
But it's alright,
cause it hasn't hit me yet
Do you think you should let me know where to hideaway
Do you think you should tell me where to go.
No matter where I go,
I'll always feel like,
that it ain't worth a dime if I can't see what's right,
for my eyes.
I never understood how far apart it was,
the space we left behind from here to someplace new,
but I can see it now.
Do you think you should let me know where to hideaway,
do you think you should tell me where to go.
They didn't even think to ask my name,
Well I was one of few but it's all the same,
How could I know?
How could I know?
How could I know?
That things would go my way.
