Nothing’s wrong as far as I can see We make it harder than it has to be and I can’t tell you why

Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear But you’re not really here It’s just the radio

Now I don’t understand what happened to our love But babe, I’m gonna get you back I’m gonna show you what I’m made of

She says, «Get your stuff together. Bring mose and drive real fast.» And I listen to her promise, «I swear to God this time it’s gonna last.»