So, on this long drive home
I think about
My lifetime supply of self-doubt

And all my plans that never panned out
Cause every year I'm getting older
And every winter has felt much colder

Since the day I turned eighteen
I've been stuck in routine


Too late for second chances
We're the soundtrack to second place
I've left my life to circumstance and so I say


Yeah, cause now we're
Going through the motions

But we're going nowhere fast
We're singing whoa, we're on our own
But at least we know that we are not alone


I think back to better days
Before my youth faded to gray

Before reality shoved me into complacency
Cause every road I take is a dead end
I'm drifting apart from all my best friends

I wonder if I'll ever be that happy again

Too late for second chances

And I'm still stuck in second place
A victim of circumstance and so I say