Lyrics

We're still on the bus. We're still in the car It's a long day to get where you are Hold my hand. Hold me tight Hold me back, or i'll fix it all for good tonight Hey, girl, there's nothing that I'd rather do Than to close my eyes right next to you And meet you in between Tonight and some dream I see the United States I see New York on TV I don't know what difference it makes With you here next to me I say ten where i've been. Forty more, we can't recall Lost in the stale smell of alcohol