Every night we go to sleep touching And every morning it seems like you don't know me I paint your discretion up to be what I need it to be But deep down know that you won't waste good love on me I could only wish that you told me That you had nothing for me I wish you were here for these forty hours driving We'd take a break in the back seat Distance bleeds it out of me slowly I calm down and get back to poor sleep I just hope that you're doing much better than me We both know what we'd do if we met on the street I could only wish that you told me That you had nothing for me I wish you were here for these forty hours driving We'd take a break in the back seat