The timing was right And I should have quit And would have if I'd thought of it Now this can only get worse before any of it gets better I plot my moves and map the stages But it all gets lost on you between the pages And I'm afraid I lack the things I need We were set to debate But I couldn't speak up So I lost another campaign to win your love As the trail winds on and keeps dragging me farther from yesterday I took my time with perfect planning But my words don't mean a thing if you're not understanding And I'm afraid I lack the things I need to know Like why you're letting go I plot my moves and map the stages But it all gets lost on you between the pages And I'm afraid I lack the things I need