What is it about standing at the doorstep
Being so close, but still far from it
And I saw your light come on
But maybe I should just move on
And I feel it all
On the drive home
And I feel it all
When I listen to that album alone
And I feel it all
When my heads in my hands on the bathroom floor
And I feel it all
At once, but I feel nothing at all
Here I am again, taking my own advice
Conversations with my head about
What I'm not doing right
And I've heard it all before
But I still walk through that door
And I feel it all
On the drive home
And I feel it all
When I listen to that album alone
And I feel it all
When my heads in my hands on the bathroom floor
And I feel it all
At once, but I feel nothing at all
And I feel it all
On the drive home
And I feel it all
When I listen to that album alone
And I feel it all
When my heads in my hands on the bathroom floor
And I feel it all
At once, but I feel nothing at all