Music: Marty Zambotto/James Correia
Lyrics: James Correia
(Hey, do you want to go for a drive?)
(I don't know, somewhere south)
(Yeah i've got cash)
I still use paper 'cause my credit card is out of luck
I left my brain inside the jar of a semi truck, slow down
Slow down
I'm driving 40 down the interstate
You're picking songs to sing along
Eyes stay peeled, my mind evaporates
10 on the view
Miles till i'm dry
Try and fall asleep there's no plan on me driving high
So we keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Want you to know that holding you so close has effects on me
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
Can't get no better news
My heart is beating
Trauma from the last one who cheated
Case of disappointment left me locked up in my room
Got an album out, that's remedy, there's nothing left to lose
Now it's long days, short nights
Talkin' bout nobody ever wins in a bar fight
With you teeth stained from the red wine
The phone rings but we've gone silent
Now wake up
Your alarm is too far from me
Need to wake up
Think i'm falling for
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling
So I keep on falling, falling