Press To Meco White Knuckling Lyrics

Big blue eyes loiter behind
A frame of tinted glass
Doors closed, air pressurized
Dress smart
Dress as you'd mean to go
Your whole life
Out of your hands

Maybe it's all for the best
You've been white knuckling
Clenched, every buckle and bump
And you're running
Or are you fighting?
It just all looks the same
Looks the same, nothing's changed

(Maybe it's for the best)
Early forgettable years conditioned these fears so irrational
(Maybe it's for the best)
Oh how the days without fear are the days so forgettable
(Maybe it's for the best)
Nothing like a funeral to put the fear of god in you
Where's the man in you?
Maybe I'll see you as I board the plane
Oh the thought of bumping into you
The only thing that drove me
What am I to do now?

Maybe it's all for the best
You're a professional runaway
Oh how you never paid any attention to all the ones who really cared
Now there's no one left around to care

How did it all fall apart so suddenly
I was right here waiting patiently
And hardly even moving left alone
Still as stone
And soft as all the boys you've ever really known

Maybe it's all for the best but you never got to know me
I'm not saying I could have saved you but you know
I would have
I'm not saying I could have saved you but you know
I would have tried
Girl you know that I, I would have tried
Girl you know that I, I would have tried