Close

Losing a wheel on a rammed interstate

And then finding a fix Thanksgiving day

And the show was a mess, we laughed the whole way

To the hotel, we dodge noise complaints

And I'm not sad anymore

But if you gotta go, go

We can blame it on timing

I will leave the light on in the hall

Don't wanna tie you down

To a bird that's not flying

Or hold you anywhere but

Close, close, close

Close, close, close

The girl with the bangs has a temper to match

Her strawberry hair she got from her dad

She's not mad and you will find she talks with her hands

When she flips you the bird, understand she is mourning

The loss of a space in time

And if you gotta go, go

We can blame it on timing

I will leave the light on in the hall

Don't wanna tie you down

To a bird that's not flying

Or hold you anywhere but

Close

Oh, and when you go home is it me that you miss?

Can you divide the rotten fruit from her pit?

Always felt we went swinging, destined to miss

Always felt we were lightning just waiting, waiting to hit