Feels like I'm losing my mind So close, almost Ain't it my turn to win I'd take, one break Would that be such a sin Just a stepping-stone I'm just another old dirt road Yes, you walk on It happens every time

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December