Wayside - Mac Wetha

I find myself at home with you

Even though it is so soon

I can tell that this is true

Always changing in my head

Who am I gonna be instead?

It always keeps me on my toes

(It always keeps me on my toes)

Well, how have you been?

This week’s been a long, long time

At least it feels that way when you’re not around

And can you stop me if I’m being unkind?

I need to leave this practise by the wayside

(By the wayside, by the wayside, by the wayside)

(By the wayside, by the wayside)

Wayside (By the wayside, by the wayside, by the wayside)

Well, how have you been?

(This week’s been a long, long time)

When this is all done

(I hope you can find the time)

It’s gonna be strange to miss this confinement of sort

But in a way, I wish it would never end

I find myself at home with you

Even though it is so soon

I can tell that this is true

Always changing in my head

Who am I gonna be instead?

It always keeps me on my toes

I find myself at home with you

Even though it is so soon

I can tell that this is true