The Drive Home - Drive Home lyrics

I've spent countless nights in a cold hard bed Trying to fill my goddamn head with something Instead of my empty thoughts at two a.m Missed conversations between these fingers and your skin I'm exhausted I've been trying so hard to just feel fine And as much as I do most of the time I can't help but still miss when you were mine And this is four a.m And I guess this is how it ends And distance makes the heart grow And this is the drive home