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 d**h 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