Follow them, bowing out. Throw me the flag, I’ll take the opportunity. 
Stuck in the moment, I’d pay the price if there’s a possibility. 
I’ve been caught in the standard. I dragged it through the gutter 
and what I left there doesn’t mean a thing. 
Follow them, bowing out. I’ll pay the price if there’s a possibility.

I won’t stay here. 
I won’t stay here.
I won’t stay here.
I’ve got to make the most of mine.

Now we hold the key and no doubt we always have. 
Don’t you remember telling me 
that’s there a lifetime to make these mistakes, 
and when it’s almost over we’ll wish we would’ve made more. 
And when the storm is over, we wish we would’ve made more.

I won’t stay here, I won’t stay I’ll take the opportunity. 
Flat out I’ll stick it out, senses awake, accept responsibility. 
Taking it farther, I’ll weed right through the clutter. 
What’s left behind there doesn’t mean a thing. 
Follow them, bowing out. I’ll pay the price if there’s a possibility. 

Never easy to mend when all the pieces stand so far away.

Well I’ve been spending a long time looking in. 
Feel the pulse and it’s aggravating. 
Push and pull while the concept stays. 
And I can’t get a peace of mind, and my head keeps racing. 
And I can’t get a peace of mind, and my head keeps racing. 
I fear my options [bad word] out. 
Why isn’t it getting easier to cope (to cope) without (without)? 
To cope (to cope) without (without)?
And I can’t get a peace of mind, and my head keeps racing.

Inventory, I throw it away. 
I’d rather mistakes. I’d rather not stay. 
I won’t stay here. I won’t stay if there’s a possibility. 
I won’t stay here. I won’t stay if there’s a possibility. 

I won’t stay here. I won’t stay I’ll take the opportunity.
I won’t stay here. I won’t stay I’ll take the op, the opportunity.