Maybe.

M A Y B E

You’ll find me in places that you’re not used to go
In the middle of a storm, lost in the woods
Not in the market, I like to dirty my boots
If you knock my door, maybe you can’t find me
Maybe I’m away, thinking about you
Wondering why you don’t love me like the way I do
If you try talk to me in a gray day
I may not listen to you
I'm listening to that song
You don't like this song
You don't like the blues
If you try to call me in a sunday
I won't pick up the phone
I turned off the TV too
Wondering why you don't love me like the way I do
If you find me looking to the wall
Don't wake me up
I'm happy, because you love me like the way I do.