Saw you last night

you were sleeping in my mind

Doubting you'll ever be free again

Then I climbed back inside

Someone open my eyes

To find me drunk again

Bonnie on the radio

And she was singing low "Give it up or let me go"

Every night there is one more

Every night there is two more

Saying I shouldn't be feeling this pain

I think I better grow up now or go insane

There's so much I feel

So much I conceal

There's just so many things I can be

Someone write the story of 5 points

No one wanted to know me

Now they all have opinions of what we do

So they go down to Bar None so we can have a drink or two

Can't write a story from the trees

I know somewhere she's watching me

Saying "Boy carry your load"

Oh I don't want to go back on the road now

There's so much I feel

So much I conceal

There's just so many places to see

And faces I can read

There's just so many things I can beEnd of buffer