8 AM morning commute, day dreaming to the thought of you
Our love was never simple, but it sure was a good time
I came to pick up my old shoes and that spinet in your living room
Tonight, Im gonna let this fly
Im gonna let this fly
Nearly half a year went by, and I'm not yours and you're not mine
You seem to have a simple time, adjusting now, at least easier than I
Found a place I thought I'd grow, along the Gulf of Mexico
It's simpler when you just don't know, I think Im going to take that flight
Im gonna let this fly
6 PM I came back for you, a high line stroll then the ballroom
Where I will play a list of songs, that I wrote for you