Starin at your number I swear it ain’t too late

I’ve been thinkin bout callin and wonderin what you’d say

Will you pick up answer and put me in my place

Or keep me that secret that shows up and slips away

Is it the what could be’s driving me insane

Or old #7 runnin through my veins

The jukebox singing all your favorite rhymes

Or the crouded curb come closing time

Guess a lot of memories and a little too much to drink

Made me think that callin drunk could change a thing

What if your all alone hoping that I’d call

Wide awake and watchin for headlights on the wall

Or you could let it ring n I’ll leave one at the tone

N Ill overthink if your asleep or if the chance I had is gone

Is it the what could be’s driving me insane

Or old #7 runnin though my veins

The jukebox singing all your favorite rhymes

Or the crouded curb come closing time

Guess a lot of memories and a little too much to drink

Made me think callin drunk could change a thing

Should I wait to call till sunrise

When my words make better sense

Or put what we had in the past

Try to move on and forget

Is it the what could be’s driving me insane

Or old #7 runnin though my veins

The jukebox singing all your favorite rhymes

Or the crouded curb come closing time

Guess a lot of memories and a little too much to drink

Made me think callin drunk could change a thing

Could change a thing