It’s getting late and we’re both tired
Driving the awkward drive
Paying half attention as you’re pointing the way
But our thoughts are racing double the time

You told me your stories, I told you mine
But there’s so much we neglected to say
Driving back home I had to turn right around
There was something that I needed to ask you

Why can’t I just spend the night?
It’s cold outside and there’s no place else I can go