Radio shows, cold red Caminos under peach-lined skies

You ran your hand through my hair, I thought I might've saw a light sitting in your eyes

This highway'll still be here in the morning and my dear, it's getting colder and darker outside

So let me ask you this

Solitude, sweetheart, will you take me home tonight and let me be your man?

Sounding the buzzer, if the reel's too cluttered, grab my wallet and we'll make a new plan

But this valley gets bigger than the world when the cars fade into expanse

Or the stars take over and the fleeting glare of eyes are moving all through the plans

So let me ask you this

Have you got something to say, you wanna say it?

Or you got something to do, you wanna do it?

And if you got a chance in your hands, you won't take it

If you got something to prove, you won't prove it

Shake hands, get on with it

Truth or consequence

If you got something to say, then say it

If you got something to do, then do it

If you got a chance in your hands, then take it

If you got something to prove, then you prove it

If you got something you need, stop waiting

If you got somewhere to go, get moving

If you got someone to be, stop faking

If you got anything to do

Better just get on with it

Truth or consequence