I can't fix all the problemsI can't see    It's such a mystery I guess I'm not as perfect as you thought   And promise me that when I'm next to you   Those telephonic words were nothing more than our lack of presence   Because I know when roads are blocking us we forget how to feel         Map out the problems   And tell me where I should have gone   I'm sorry   That our arms can't stretch over states         So what's the point of asking "do you care?"   Because all I can hear   are my apologies   So wrap up your irrationality   And spoil someone else         Map out the problems   And tell me where I should have gone   I'm sorry   That our arms can't stretch over states         I'll only ask you once (x4)         Map out the problems   And tell me where I should have gone   I'm sorry   That our arms can't stretch over states         Honestly I'm sorry I always called at the wrong times.