Honey, you ought to leave your phone on when you leave Fredonia. I'll talk you through the driving snowstorm on the highway we swore: never drive alone. But you felt right at home. Honey I'd fall to the side of the road and mix in with salt but at least now I know. Just call me when you're home. Long drive away and in the wrong distance. I tripped hard and I left my phone on when I fell in your arms. Cause' nothin' keeps my hopes up like seeing you out, driving around. Long drive away, long drive away