The Luxury of Knowing (Bonus Track)

You know when I'm coming home. You know when I'm coming to bed. You know that when I tell you that I love you I mean every word I said. You know I'm a bit too proud. You know that I know how to pray. You know I won't give this up unless I have to give it up. You know I won't walk away. But, baby, you're like a diesel truck, Shifting gears and the pedal stuck, Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing. And I don't have the luxury of knowing. You know that I like to dance, But only when I'm dancing with you. You know I must be bad at lying, Because I've only ever told you the truth. Just when I think you're a hurricane, You freeze right over and all that rain Turns to ice and your whole world just starts snowing. I don't have the luxury of knowing. Damn, it must be easy Being in love with someone so blind. Because I'll tell you right the only thing I really know Is that you might change your mind; Any day you could change your mind. You know when I'm coming home. You know when I'm coming to bed. Baby, you're like a diesel truck, Shifting gears and the pedal stuck, Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing. And I don't have the luxury of knowing.