We're still on the bus. We're still in the car.
It's a long day to get where you are.
Hold my hand. Hold me tight.
Hold me back, or i'll fix it all for good tonight.
Hey, girl, there's nothing that I'd rather do
Than to close my eyes right next to you
And meet you in between
Tonight and some dream.
I see the United States.
I see New York on TV.
I don't know what difference it makes
With you here next to me.
I say ten where i've been. Forty more, we can't recall,
Lost in the stale smell of alcohol.