Wakes you up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. You're thinkin' about somebody, you're tryin' to forget. Maybe, it's a full moon day to cross your mind.
Boots in the stirups out of the gate trying to hold the reins. Praying that I can just sit tight, man this love is strange. Up like a rocket spinning 'round like a top.
Boots in the stirrups out of the gate, trying to hold the reins. Praying that I can just sit tight, man this love is strange. Up like a rocket spinning 'round like a top.