It's time that I clean house
It's time I cut my hair
It's time we both stop missing what I wish was here

I've been collecting resin with your bobby pins,
That you left under my bed,
That you let fall from your head,
That you once laid to rest in the crook of my neck

Girl, just give it a rest, yea
The night is young, but it's looking like I'm dead
Count me in to do it all again
For one more song,
For one more drive,
For one more night to feel alive,
For one more chance to help you stand

So long, farewell
I've lost, but I can't tell
Would you follow me into that mountain air?
Would you follow if you knew nothing was there?

And I know the more I search, the less I seem to care
And I know the more we wait, the less there is in store
Woah, Oh Woah, Oh
(I do prefer the lips that I have had before)
Woah, Oh Woah, Oh
(I do prefer the lips that I have had before)
Will you guide my hand?

Woah, Oh Woah, Oh
Woah, Oh Woah, Oh