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

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