Before you left to go away
I wrote down what I couldn't say
I bet you read it on the road with foggy lights and fingers cold
Now, you drove so far, but now you know how rough it is to let me go
And let me recommend that you think twice
And I always give the best advice
So, come on back to where you know I'll be
Let's go sit under the apple tree
You can floor that thing let the engine roar
The wheels they'll spin, the rain it pours
If there's regret that you feel about the choice you've made
You'll just have to deal before it goes away
You ask me how I feel and here's what I'll say that
I'm doing fine just fine, oh, I'm doing fine