You could write, you could think, you could have s** You could leave your j**ellery in a bowl beside the bed Stare out the window, down the lawn to the lake For as long as it takes Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe it's the thing we don't say Maybe love is the new maybe I know what winter's about, too many nights, not enough days I watch the birds fly south and, no, I don't wave The last words out of my mouth, "Stay out of my way" Now I'm in a wrong place Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe it's the thing we don't say Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe love is the new maybe Maybe love is the new maybe Maybe love is the new maybe