Lyrics
Driving down, a two-lane road
Gonna see where this dirt path takes me
With windows open, I’m trying to unload
Been driving so long, where even could I be?
Life’s been hard, that I can’t deny
I miss that look in your eyes
Every time you looked in the sky
I wish you’d never said those goodbyes
I ain’t that tough,
but tell me, was I ever enough?
The road is blurring out
And I remember that doubt.
Reading that note, could you hear my plea?
But it won’t get better, that I can guarantee
I’ll pull over on the shoulder,
and kill the motor
It’s probably better to cry out here
and give my mind some time to clear,
Then let my mind slip away
and have this be my last day… (don’t you think?)
Now there’s something I ought to have told yah,
but now it’s kind of to late
I wish that I had noticed, but now those thoughts make me shutter
All those things that we did, were they all just a bait
To show that you were okay,
When now I know that you weren’t
I ain’t that good, at calling bluffs
This pain makes me feel like I’m in cuffs
The road is blurring out
And I remember that doubt,
Reading that note, could you hear my plea?
Will get any better, can you guarantee?
I’ll pull over on the shoulder,
and kill the motor
It’s probably better to cry out here
and give my mind some time to clear,
Then let my mind slip away
and have this be my last day… (don’t you think?)
I’ll pull over, here
And kill the motor
Now that you are gone I’ve no shoulder to cry on
So this will do, while I’m missing you
I’ll pull over, and cry on the shoulder.
How come you never thought
That I loved you so much
I’m sitting here so distraught
Letting go of the clutch
I can’t even think, of looking for another
Not when I’m so undone
I’ll go home to my mother,
After losing my special someone.
Oh I wish, that I could cry on your shoulder
But I can’t, and my heart’s all the colder
With you gone
I’ll pull over on the shoulder,
and kill the motor
It’s probably better to cry out here
and give my mind some time to clear,
Then let my mind slip away
and have this be my last day… (don’t you think? Don’t you think-)
I’ll pull over, here
And kill the motor
Now that you’re gone I’ve no shoulder to cry on
So this will do, while I’m missing you
I’ll pull over, and cry on the shoulder.
I’ll pull over, and cry on the shoulder.
I’ll pull over-
And cry on the shoulder…
