The fight of head and heart always ends in a draw Love and logic separately they are both flawed I wish I had the answers written on my hand Then all the questions would seem obvious and planned Don't follow me up here I'm asking Can hardly even steer myself But I can't get out now at the top of the track I'd fall down long before I could even start back So I'll cling to the rail but I won't let you follow 'Cause I don't know where I'm going When the track you're on it seems is at an end In the middle and there's still no sign of bending Stay the course 'cause going back will be no faster It's the trip that you just took, only backwards