Driving, fears away Closer, yet so far to go
Near you, you've turned away Leave me on this path alone

So I'll be late, coming back from my destination
Why must you hate, what I live for, my complication

Passing, thoughts they fade, into this sea of grey
Somehow, something's wrong, fear that you won't come along

So I'll be late, coming back from my destination
Why must you hate what I live for my complication

Standing alone, was I so wrong, was I the wrong
Stabbing to know, not a secret, I've been burned by the words

So I'll be late, coming back from my destination
Why must you hate what I live for my complication

I'll be, I'll be, yes I'll be late
I'll be, I'll be, yes I'll be late