Shot out of my driveway like a warhead, headed south on ’55
Stopped north of Windermere and overheard a cashier
Talk about “kids these days” a while
Can’t remember ever feeling rested
Can’t recall the last lunch I ate
I just picked a road years ago and I’ve gone every way but slow
I’d sooner be nothing than late

Oh hang with me now, we’ll get through it somehow
I’m trying
Take a look in my eye, if I say that I’m fine
I’m lying

I try to touch the world outside my windshield
And I try to feel connected to our song
There’s a picture on your phone of me at ten years old
I don’t know where that kid has gone

Every day, every mile, every casual smile
Every story retold, every joke getting old
While you wanna talk around it, I’m screaming it out, babe
I’m dying

Come back to our place after midnight
Find you sleeping on my side
Whisper “I love you,” like I’m supposed to
And while I watch your dreaming from outside
I’m sighing