Shootin' at a beer can on a fence post. Drivin' to your girlfriend's on a backhoe. Goin' skinny'dippin' on an old wood dock. Startin' up a bonfire with gasoline.
I start dreaming, driving home. About having you alone. I know that you'll be there for me. But in my favorite fantasy, you won't be. . Across the street,across the room a step away.