"Driving To Your House" lyrics

"Driving To Your House"

You know when it gets hard to do
The same thing in a different way
You had so much to prove
But not enough to say

And each time it got rough inside
Your storm brewed and your belly ached
But the wind blew it all away
To reconcile, to retool, to make it okay

Well I'm driving to your house
If there's anything you want
Cause I think you need that kind of man tonight
If I'm being up front

Either way it all goes down
You pull me under, you need your space
Too dry to cry, too young to say
Anything when nothing could be okay

‘Cause I'm driving to your house
If there's anything you want
Cause I think you need that kind of man tonight
If I'm being up front

So let the rain keep falling
Might as well keep pace
‘Cause it's your name I'm calling
Out the window pane

If I could only tell you
If you could only see
Desperation crawling it's way
Through to me

‘Cause I'm driving to your house
If there's anything you want
Cause I think you need that kind of man tonight
If I'm being up front

‘Cause I'm driving to your house
If there's anything you want
Cause I think you need that kind of man tonight
If I'm being up front


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