There's no street lamps on the road i take

I'm not blessed with brakes

I've got no place to be

The things i love always get up and go

Like they're late for a show

Well, late they'll always be

'cause it's the little details that derail your dreams

As simple as it seems



The separate little things that you should have done

Define your life, honey, one by one

I may be living but I'll die for an end

With no money to spend

There'll be no treasure to find

'cause nothing I do ever seems to get done

A lot of things get begun but then they slip my mind

It's the little details that derail your dreams

As simple as it seems

The separate little things that you should have done