She said I don't know if I ever really. Have ever really trusted anybody. And ain't nobody ever really known me. Except the ghosts that come each night to haunt me..
Well I pulled out of Nashville, with the sun on my windshield. Black 4Runner in the summer like a big deal. Apron at Starbucks, what you gonna miss me(?).
My heart booms. At the speed of light. But the exit sign's. Always on my mind. Always in my sight. I can say that I. Really want to stay. But the devil inside.