One night in Kansas City after we had played the show. Shots rang out as I stumbled home. So I hid behind a dumpster in an alley down the street. I didn't want to know if they were shooting at me.
You say we need to talk like I don't know. You start speaking soft trying to break it to me slow. You say you think you need some time away from us. Baby let me beat you to the punch.
Yeah, this is your love song baby. This is the part where I must confess. You're looking good in that pretty dress. Consider this fair warning. It's getting kinda hard to say goodnight.