you were sleeping in my mind
 Doubting you'll ever be free again
 Then I climbed back inside
 Someone open my eyes
 To find me drunk again
 Bonnie on the radio
 And she was singing low "Give it up or let me go"
 Every night there is one more
 Every night there is two more
 Saying I shouldn't be feeling this pain
 I think I better grow up now or go insane
 There's so much I feel
 So much I conceal
 There's just so many things I can be
 Someone write the story of 5 points
 No one wanted to know me
 Now they all have opinions of what we do
 So they go down to Bar None so we can have a drink or two
 Can't write a story from the trees
 I know somewhere she's watching me
 Saying "Boy carry your load"
 Oh I don't want to go back on the road now
 There's so much I feel
 So much I conceal
 There's just so many places to see
 And faces I can read
 There's just so many things I can beEnd of buffer