The whole day moved like a bad dream
And I was bursting at the seams
We were stuck out alone in some mass crowd
And I guess you let go of my hand
Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
It's hard feeling stuck
And it's hard living like a punchline
I tried so hard to fill the mason jar
And now, I just feel empty
Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
So I'll be leaving now
I'll draw my path in chalk
I don't need a land of milk and honey
And I don't need a compass