I think she dropped another call,
While we had another fight,
I can't stand this feeling of limbo,
Of a missing string of words.
But I see,
How crazy that really seems,
It's turning up the temperature,
Of what you thought was a dream.
I think I hit all the main points,
But I can't hit her with a line on the phone.
Of course it can't be on purpose,
There must not be a good signal at home.
She must've drove into a tunnel,
There's no way that she could be home,
I'm not that guy that's gonna run on,
And find out lies that are cold as stone.
But I see,
How crazy that really seems,
It's turning up the temperature,
Of what you thought was a dream.
I think I hit all the main points,
But I can't hit her with a line on the phone,
Of course it can't be on purpose,
There must not be a good signal at home.
I didn't know I could be so stupid,
Why even bother this has all run its course,
I know it has to be on purpose,
There is a perfect signal at home.
I think I hit all the main points,
But I can't hit her with a line on the phone,
Of course it can't be on purpose,
There must not be a good signal at home.
I didn't know I could be so stupid,
Why even bother this has all run its course,
I know it has to be on purpose,
There is a perfect signal at home.
credits
from The Open Road,
released September 16, 2016
Lyrics by Mitch Rassman
Music by Mitch Rassman & Andrew Wasserman
Mitch Rassman: Vocals, Bass, Keyboards
Andrew Wasserman: Guitar
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