[Verse 1]
Aim to be strong
Fiddle with an arrow
The shot is too long
Precision is not in my marrow
What's wrong with me?
Contentedly singing my own song
But not heard the music

[Pre-Chorus]
The writings' on the wall
But I took the scenic route
And I can't call
The number's in the pocket of my jeans
Through it all
Talking the talk, running before I walk
Missing the meaning

[Chorus]
Plotting the course
While I'm stuck at the bend
Penchant for rocky terrain and dead ends
Wind myself up just to unravel into a great
Mountain of when

[Verse 2]
"Should've" is a place I sometimes frequent
Yet they know my face
Better at "I can't"
But if there's a wait
"I will" is close by and "when" stays open late
The menu is vast

[Chorus]
Plotting the course
While I'm stuck at the bend
Penchant for rocky terrain and dead ends
Wind myself up just to unravel into a great
Mountain of when

[Bridge]
Predicting the loss before I begin
So it don't cut too deep when I don't win
Not like it's working for this clever lark
I can recite the story behind every scar
Predicting the loss before I begin
So it don't cut too deep when I don't win
I hate it when I'm right, much rather be wrong
I'd rather be wrong
[Chorus]
Plotting the course
While I'm stuck at the bend
Penchant for rocky terrain and dead ends
Wind myself up just to unravel into the great
Mountain of when