Wrong Direction

Down a road you mind
And a fork is coming by

You ask if we're fine, yeah we could live by
In the wrong direction
Even if you don't wanna change I know
It's the wrong direction

And I don't think that he believes
In cold turkey or lotteries

Seems the tree we grew had the branches bloom
In the wrong direction
And you try to save all the time you gave
In the wrong direction

And some things are not meant to be
And some things are fantasy

And why start again
From scratch again, scratch again, oh
I don't understand
I don't want to learn anymore

Mom, I can't give you any grandkids
You read the wrong religion
Oh, oo, oh-oh
No more Sundays for washing strange colors
No more cherry picking
Ah-ah-ah
(It's coming by)
Eh-eh-eh
(It's coming by)
Oh-oh-oh
Ah-eh, oh, ah-ah
Aye-ee-aye, aye

And I don't know what I've become
Take me to a place of sun

The same rain again
(Something pulling me from under)
And I don't understand
(And I don't want to learn anymore)

Keep the trophy, keep the city
Ain't it all insufficient?
Oh, oo, oh-oh
So I leave behind an estranged old life
From a wrong direction
(Oh)

What you have is what you have asked
It's not tagged with wrong descriptions
Oh, oo, oh-oh
Sorry, I can't stay with you anyway
It's the wrong direction

Ah-ah
(It's coming by)
Eh-eh
(It's coming by)
Oh. Ooo-oh
(It's coming by)
Ah
(It's coming by)
Ah
(It's coming by)