What Do I Do?

She stuffs in the minor things
Doesn’t have to disagree
The banged up bills and silly rings
Running with a future casualty

She sends all her messages riding the fast lane
Missing every exit sign through stopping to complain
What do I do? What do I say to convey that everything will fade?

Write on the walls, don’t take those calls
Express them with the words of deprivation
Don’t change a thing, just lock the door and take a swim

I’ve heard all of those messages watching from the stands
Contemplating games of lies while playing the cards at hand
What do I do? What do I say to convey that everything will fade?
What do I do? What do I say when the door is closed to pass the day

Turn around
Fear the sound of her footsteps
The beat of her heartache
The murky surroundings
Let it go

Close the door; hear the window shut let the time slip away
Motor’s on, she’ll ride past dawn
Out of her mind over the line

Deleting all mixed messages and throwing out the signs
It’s gone past saving puzzle pieces and rummaging the ties
What do I do? What do I say to convey that everything will fade?
What do I do? What do I say when the door is closed to pass the day
What do I do? What do I say I hope and pray that it’s all OK