Down the Road

When you break,
Where do you break?
Like a thousand little pieces
Each with points where the wall gives way
When you break,
Where do you break?

Well I've spent the last few years
Breaking over you.
Bending over backwards
Twisting every which way to avoid the truth
I've spent the last few years
Breaking over you

Tell my love, should we never meet
I ran down the road, not across the street
Traded everything in a quiet flowing stream
Down the road, not across the street.