Tekster: Peter Bradley Adams. Traces. I Won't.

Oh here you come, same as before
At my back door to say it again
Tell me you've grown, tell me you've found
Somewhere just out of town

You ask if I want to go
I don't want to roll on anymore
I won't follow you down that road
You know but I won't...

I could let you in, let you try again
But how would it ever end?
Oh, how would it ever end?


You ask if I want to go
I don't want to roll on anymore
I won't follow you down that road
You know but I won't...
I won't...

Will you ask if I want to go?
I don't want to roll on anymore
I won't follow you down that road
You know but I won't...
I won't...