Took a bus back to the home town.
Found out that your room is rented out.
Falling down this road.
Facing all these days.
Wondering where to smile.
Facing every way.
Took a big step getting off that plane and finding out what you couldn't explain.
Your faces low.
And facing right around the right.
And for what?
Writer(s): Christopher Crisci, Aaron Pillar
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