It was too loud to hear what you were thinking and somehow i knew i would be sleeping alone tonight but i figured that's alright could you still walk home with me? i don't wanna be wondering you couldn't keep me here it's you or two months on the road just two months waiting by the phone-she grew wings and i grew wheels and now the dust covers my heels-i sent your letter next day air no-dozed alot and sat and stared i couldn't make it fifty pages in that book-i'll pull into town when the saddest sun sets down and i'll see you at the show i hope you'll go you'll be there just waiting for me.