Perhaps i have not drawn the line clearly enough
so let me trace my borders again
meaning at the end of the evening this is where i
stand
waving to you from the other side of the glass
perhaps i have not given you fair warning
i'm just an instrument of song
you play one string the other's hum along
meaning at the end of the evening
i'm just an awkward girl from a small town
weary of saling our cargo around

And i'm sorry if i lead you to believe
that i had come all this way to live
forever in your city
and i'm sorry it's such a thin thin line
between flattery and panic in my life

Perhaps i have been flirting with a vision of
these parallel lives
every choice i come to seems miles wide
meaning at the end of the evening i must
abandon my part
for this long drive home through the winter dark

And i'm sorry if i lead you to believe
that i had come all this way to live
forever in your city
and i'm sorry if i lead you to believe that i
had more to say to you than it may seem
and i'm sorry it's such a thin thin line
between flattery and panic in my life