Call me the bee charmer from Indiana,
just an idea running through my dreams.
I'm running south to Louisiana,
when you run away, you run towards something else it seems.
Barefoot in the bayou I'll turn 21 and buy you anything you please.

Maybe I'll follow through.
Maybe I'll follow through this time.
Maybe I'll follow.

I'm finding out my chains are only just as strong as I let them be.
And I make lots of plans
that fall like water through my hands before I leave.
But somehow this is different, after 20 years, I'm falling to my knees.

Maybe I'll follow through.
Maybe I'll follow through this time.
Maybe I'll follow.

Don't look back, we're not going there.
Why do I have to say
you could come with me?
No one has to know.
No one has to know.

Call you the one that almost got away,
the one I stung when I turned around.
I'm sorry it took a face full of dirt
for me to see my feet had left the ground.
And no matter what people say,
you know they'll all be wondering
what we've found.

And maybe we'll follow through.
Maybe we'll follow through this time.
Baby, let's follow.