Text: Finger Eleven. Good Intentions.

This isn't the outcome that I wanted or expected
I don't' recognize this place but I love the warm reception
Yet everything familiar like I've seen this place before
But my memory is convenient I forget what I should have known

I've been thinking about my good intentions
Keep me turned around
I don't know the round destination
But I think I'm about to find that out

There isn't a last known place or time or said location
That I could recall that I could take form this like mis-direction
And everyone's a suspect
Cuz you can't all be my friends

Have I lost my intuition
Is it more or is it them?

I've been thinking how my good intentions
Keep me turned around
I don't know the wrong or the destination
But I think I'm about to find that out
(to find that out)

Now my good intentions
Keep me turned around
I don't know the road or the destination
But I think I'm about to find that out

Yeah my good intentions
Keep me turned around
I don't know the road or the destination
But I think I'm about to find that out