It's too late for what you wantnShe's not there, she's off the airnBlurry memoriesnRecognize what they cant seenAnd it's the dirty taste of dieselnRed eye flight, red eyed peoplenThere without me,nShe's there without mennThe voice of the worldnWill always lead you home (and you know)nThe floodgates await the rivers early thawnnLying on the floor vacant stare, unawarenSpoken guns were drawnnReminding her she's on her ownnAnd the turbulent conversationnHer departure, the revelationnOf how it should benIt's how it should bennThe voice of the world will always lead you home (and you know)nthe floodgates await the rivers early thawnMissed your cue and never got the part (not your fault)nOceans away and centuries lost and gonennShe's scarred but even smarternThe sky is clear enough for takeoffnShe's the forest for treesnUndefined by the memorynOf what she used to benA new moon tide on an open seanShe set herself freenShe set herself freennThe voice of the world will always lead you home (and you know)nThe floodgates await the rivers early thawnMissed your cue and never got the part (not your fault)nOceans away and centuries lost and gone (x2)