Well it's another, "Baby, I'm going out tonight and I swear I won't be late this time. I'll promise not to drink too much." And it's another, "She's waiting up by the phone, praying to God that I'll call home. Yeah, she's scared to death I've had a wreck or I'm hurt." But it's six AM when I come rolling up

She just packed her bags and tore out the drive. She left a cloud of dust and gravel flying. I hope I didn't push her too far. Cause now I'm sitting here by this phone and I'm praying to God that she'll call home. I just hope she's alright. Well, I guess this was she felt all those nights

When I was wreckless, I just can't help it. I drank way too much. I know it's way too late, I lost track of time. But girl, I'm sorry. Can you please forgive me? Right now I bet she's crossin that county line. Oh, and I guess, sorry ain't workin this time

I know I put her through hell all those sleepless nights, when I should have been holding, holding her tight. But the phone's a ringing and I know it's her on the other line, and I gotta make this right

I said, "Baby, I'm sorry. Can you please forgive me? I know there's a lot of things I need to change. Sometimes I'm wreckless, I know you're tired of this." She said, "Your excuses still don't make this right." Oo and then she said, "Sorry ain't workin this time." Oo yeah, yeah