The Near-Off Romance

(Props to TheProf on the Switchfoot Boards for helping with the name title)

You're sitting in the car with your head wandering places
But the thing you're thinking about is right next to you
And you hands are close as they can be without touching or holding
How long can we make this last? How much longer can this go?

And you just can't decide, the fence a new friend
And your heart is beating. Beating, beating.
It's locked in a cage to get into his hands
And your feet are running. Running, running.

He can see the heart on your sleeve, the look in your eyes
Make you laugh with a voice and mad with another-enough to cry
And he's asking what your thinking-can you even answer?
And he wants to know you more-can you even tell yourself?

And you just can't decide, the fence a new friend
And your heart is beating. Beating, beating.
It's locked in a cage to get into his hands
And your feet are running. Running, running.

Is your heart even yours? Can you still guard it?
Is this choice still yours? Can you keep it?
And maybe it's already made, but you're still fighting
Needs and wants are different things love, despite what this world teaches

And now you've decided, the fence waiting in the distance
Your heart is still a jackrabbit, beating. Beating, beating.
Its sitting on your sleeve and and waiting to be held by him
But your feet are not running. Running, running.

You're sitting in the car with your head wandering places
But the thing you're thinking about is right next to you