Copyright © 2006 | Chris Goering and Aaron Traffas (BMI)
G Am C G
I70 east after the show I played last night
Bm C G D
I began to believe I finally found Ms. Right
G Am C G
Couldn’t wait to see your face, and your look of surprise
Bm C D G
The empty roads came and went, I shifted to overdrive.
Another cup of coffee burnt the inside of my mouth
A green sign tells me your waiting only 30 miles south
My eyes stuck open wide with the courage of fading youth
My heart raced like the engine I was pushing
hard to get to you.
We’d planned breakfast and to spend some time that day.
I was supposed to be not there but with the band in Hays.
You called several times to be sure
I wasn’t coming to stay.
Thought you’d be happy about the extra trip I’d made.
Break
At 5 in the morning your little black car was gone
The lights were out the doors was locked,
but what could be wrong
I called and knocked made that doorbell sing a song
But the house was empty and you were gone
Your eyes spoke clearly that morning
in the rain when you arrived
I’d slept there in my truck on your empty concrete drive
You made it was my fault for trying to make you smile
I walked inside swept under denial.
The evidence was there on the floor
as you showered without a sound
I just stood and stared and started to drowned
I stepped out of the bathroom,
paused and took a good look around
My walls crashed down with memories I left without a sound.
On my way home that day, I was out of control
Felt dangerously close to the edge
of losing what’s left of my soul
Felt like a fool right then, felt used as a stripper’s pole
Thought about the gun under seat
but revenge is best served cold
Break
Decided I’d write a song instead
and it probably won’t make us rich
I don’t want to hear from you,
don’t want you dead in a ditch.
But I hope you hear this song and it lets you know I’m sick
In the mirror every morning
you'll see it's you I won't forget
