I always think no one is being sincere
That’s just the way I was brought up
I hide it away but it reappears
And all of the thoughts that I made up

Maybe I’ll drive north to June Lake
And try not to get lost on the way
The last time I got there too late
But maybe this time I’ll stay

I always think I'm looking worse for the wear
That’s just the way that I grew up
And what others say I pretend I don’t care
But inside I always get torn up

Maybe I’ll drive north to June Lake
And try not to get lost on the way
The last time I got there too late
But maybe this time I’ll stay