Saw you last night
You were sleeping in my mind
Doubting youll ever be free again
Then I climbed back inside
Someone open my eyes
To find me drunk again
Bonnie on the radio
And she was singing low give it up or let me go
Every night there is one more
Every night there is two more
Saying I shouldnt be feeling this pain
I think I better grow up now or go insane

Theres so much I feel
So much I conceal
Theres just so many things I can be

Someone write the story of 5 points
No one wanted to know me
Now they all have opinions of what we do
So they go down to bar none so we can have a drink or two
Cant write a story from the trees
I know somewhere shes watching me
Saying boy carry your load
Oh I dont want to go back on the road now

Theres so much I feel
So much I conceal
Theres just so many places to see
And faces I can read
Theres just so many things I can be