Driving Home Late

With all these to do lists
I forgot why I started in the first place
Should I be climbing up this ladder
Or sitting on the step thinking again?
Sometimes it’s hard to concentrate or keep a steady pace

And it’s too scary to look down
But I don’t wanna miss the view
And besides I’ve been told it will
Haunt me in the night
If I don’t think things through
It’ll keep me awake
Like the coffee I have driving home late

How come I never feel at home
Until I'm about to leave?
Didn’t know what it was to be alone
Until I moved out to the city
I guess I couldn’t think in pictures today
Sometimes I tell people I'm fine
But I'm just waiting out the time

And it’s too scary to look down
But I don’t wanna miss the view
And besides I’ve been told it will
Haunt me in the night
If I don’t think things through
It’ll keep me awake
Like rolling windows down driving home late