Losing a wheel on
A rammed interstate
And then finding a fix on
Thanksgiving day
And the show was a mess
We laughed the whole way
To the hotel we dodge
Noise complaints
And I’m not sad anymore
But if you’ve got to go
Go
We can blame it on timing
I will leave the light on in the hall
Don’t wanna tie you down
To a bird that’s not flying
Or hold you anywhere but
Close
The girl with the bangs
Has a temper to match her
Strawberry hair
She got from her dad
She’s not mad and you you will find
She talks with her hands
When she flips you the bird
Understand she is mourning
The loss of a space in time
Oh and when you go home
Is it me that you miss?
Can you divide the rotten fruit
From her pit?
Always felt we went swingin’
Destined to miss
Always felt we were lightning
Just waiting to hit