We were young then
I was barely seventeen
On the driveway
That one springtime evening
In the basement
Sleeping on my parent's couch
If I only knew then
What I know now
Prone to wander (prone to wander)
Like a moth drawn to a flame
Did I lose my innocence?
Or was it taken away?
Can't you see that I am trying?
I admitted I was lying
Something borrowed, something blue
Something good enough for you
Prone to wander (prone to wander)
Like a moth drawn to a flame
I'd give anything to go back to that day
Can't you see that I am trying?
I admitted I was lying
Something borrowed, something blue
Something good enough for you
Something good enough for you
