Music: Paul Russell/McKay Stevens/Adam Friedman/Ray Goren
I seen 400 cities
I've worn down the road
But I'd kill to see more than
Your face on the phone
It's been too long since I've had you alone
I'm tryna get home
I connect on a red-eye
I sped down the coast
Ain't no faster way to get there
But it still feels too slow
It's been too long since I've had you alone
I'm tryna get home
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm tryna get home
So pour me a glass
And put on some Etta James
We'll order in something nice
You know I can't cook anyway
'Cause you don't know how long I been
Out working every night
Call you on the drive
You should get your Wi-Fi fixed
I want to call you mine
But the call declined
Do I have to type all this?
I need to feel you
I can't take no more
I seen 400 cities
I've worn down the road
But I'd kill to see more than
Your face on the phone
It's been too long since I've had you alone
I'm tryna get home
I connect on a red-eye
I sped down the coast
Ain't no faster way to get there
But it still feels too slow
It's been too long since I've had you alone
I'm tryna get home
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm tryna get home