Letras
Sitting in my window, I'll play your favorite song
Don't even have to ask babe, don't have to sing along
The telephone is ringing, the rain is coming down
But I am barely breathing, and I don't make a sound
Rest stop off the turnpike, the radio is on
They're playing all our favorites, even that Coldplay one
The meter won't stop running, the sun is setting low
The party's over, baby, and it begins to show
The stairs from river canyon, I guess we went off track
They said there's strength in numbers, but you're not coming back
Our house in West Virginia, your Dad's in LA too
I guess I'll keep on driving, till I know what to do
Sitting on the front porch, I'm down a glass or two
Reflections on the concrete, I guess this one's for you