all around the world
Oh baby, you went the wrong way. Two thousand miles in the wrong direction. I'm Atlantic not Pacific. My lights are New York, not Las Vegas. You went the wrong way, and I swear those pangs of missing you I had in the week or so before? I swear that must have been my heartstrings being pulled taught as you got further away.
I wish you would just give me a number. How many times do I have to tell you I love you before you hear me? Give me a number and I'll reach it, but don't leave me in the dark. Las Vegas is brighter than New York, but it burns out faster, can't stand late nights and early mornings like New York. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. See? I end every conversation with the phrase, I'm hoping you'll give me a quota and I'll have a head start.
I had a head start. I knew you first, I loved you first. I loved you always. I begged you at three in the morning to come this way, and you didn't. But at the drop of a hat you were on a plane and then in Las Vegas and that's the wrong way, baby.
You pulled my heartstrings too far, baby, a whole country away, and they haven't snapped yet, but they're stretched and sore.
Next time you road trip, I'm going to make you a cd of every song that reminds me of you. Listen to that when you're going the wrong way again.
I wish you would just give me a number. How many times do I have to tell you I love you before you hear me? Give me a number and I'll reach it, but don't leave me in the dark. Las Vegas is brighter than New York, but it burns out faster, can't stand late nights and early mornings like New York. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. See? I end every conversation with the phrase, I'm hoping you'll give me a quota and I'll have a head start.
I had a head start. I knew you first, I loved you first. I loved you always. I begged you at three in the morning to come this way, and you didn't. But at the drop of a hat you were on a plane and then in Las Vegas and that's the wrong way, baby.
You pulled my heartstrings too far, baby, a whole country away, and they haven't snapped yet, but they're stretched and sore.
Next time you road trip, I'm going to make you a cd of every song that reminds me of you. Listen to that when you're going the wrong way again.