You can’t find all the answers by connecting dotsnThere’s rarely x’s marking spotsnMy first inclinations are all second thoughtsnBut I won’t let you gonnI don’t really wanna have another fightnWho cares who’s wrong who cares who’s rightnWe’re going round in circles like a satellitenBut I won’t let you gonnIt’s clear that we’ll need more than lucknWhen every four leaf clovernEnds up being one more new leafnWe’re unwilling to turn overnnHere’s to hoping we can make it safe and soundnThe merriest of all go-roundsnAnd though I know sometimes I’m gonna let you downnI won’t let you gonnIt’s clear that we’ll need more than lucknAs every four leaf clovernEnds up being one more new leafnThat you’re unwilling to turn overnnI don’t really wanna have another fightnWho cares you’re wrong who cares I’m rightnWe’re closer to exploding than lit dynamitenBut I thought you should knownI won’t let you gonI won’t let you go