This road trip took me about two feet, if that,
"But nothin's foolproof, fool," I said, alone,
looking at the map.
I guess I have suffered-nothing too unique in that.
Took my heart on the road just to get a flat.

As I said there's nothing too special 'bout that
But I'm wondering will it be inflated back?
Can you help me get it back?
Can you help me get it back?

So I guess everything comes back to haunt you?
No spirit unresurrected that won't try to taunt you?
Like I said there's nothin' too special 'bout that.
But I'm wondering will this ghost get off my back?
Can you help me get it back?
Can you help me get it back?

Even coffee don't do it for me anymore-
Things that once excited me don't excite me anymore.
And I know there's nothing to special bout that
But I'm wondering will it ever come back?
Can you help me get it back?
Can you help me get it back?

Well this wound will go unreported
But my heart is sure to record it.
But it's nothing that nobody hasn't been through
(except it's you).

Pin the tail on the map, hope against hope
Do what any other girl would do when she's feeling low.
Fully aware there's nothing too special bout that
But I'm wonderin' will he ever come back?
Can you help me get it
Can you help me get it
Can you help me get it back