sometimes I think

if I had a little more courage

I wouldn't be here.

I'd drive the long way to Denver

stand there bare feet, hair down,

then'd I'd pack up and go home.

but I think

if I had a little more courage

I'd keep driving until I got on the 80 and I'd see how far I'd get before the fear.

Maybe I'd pit stop in Chicago,

the only other place I'd ever felt alive

but also so alone.

and I think

if I had a little more courage

I'd drive and take a detour.

Go as far east as the ocean,

smell the salt just like before,

head to that little town you told me about, and carry that deep to the bone.

then I think

if I had a little more courage,

I'd travel back west to settle the score.

stop off in a town

where the lights shine brighter than the sun

maybe then I'd pick up the phone

because I think

if I had a little more courage,

we could be together again.