Off the bus, two minutes on the phone
In another two weeks I'll be home
It's cold up here but it's warm down there
Close my eyes and I start to stare
Just this thing about you
Won't help me at all
And if I wake up
You won't catch me when I fall
And the memories that I keep locked inside
They fade away
Another hotel room, another place to sleep
Another stupid song that I can't keep
Not about your face, not about your eyes
It sounds so lame and it's so your type
Just this thing about you
Won't help me at all
And if I wake up
You won't catch me when I fall
And the memories that I keep locked inside
They fade away
I can dream about you tonight
Hold your hand if it feels alright
I can hold you in my arms all night tonight
I can dream about you tonight
We can run away from the daylight
And we won't ever have to say goodbye tonight
Goodbye tonight
And if I sing about you
It won't help me at all
And if I wake up
You won't catch me when I fall
And the memories that I keep locked inside
They fade away
And if I sing about you
It won't help me at all
And if I wake up
You won't catch me when I fall
And the memories that I keep locked inside
They fade away
Off the bus, two minutes on the phone
In another two weeks I'll be home
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