Living on the run
We played the record out
When the song got done
And I came home
I drove out just to get you right
I came up on the coldest night
And you said something
“Maybe I could shake this up if I cut this out"
Well, I got nothing
I think we said it all so much, we wore it out
So I guess I can see where we’re left
Left off
Maybe it’s a talk, that we’ve been putting off
So before I left, I made the bed
Packed up my bags and my old guitar
You came out and scraped off my car
And you said something:
“Maybe I could shake this up if I cut this out"
Well, I got nothing
I think we said it all so much, we wore it out
Now it’s harder to see what comes next
Promised it’s all for the best
I guess I don’t know where we’re left
