It�s getting late and we�re both tired
Driving the awkward drive
Paying half attention as you�re pointing the way
But our thoughts are racing double the time
You told me your stories, I told you mine
But there�s so much we neglected to say
Driving back home I had to turn right around
There was something that I needed to ask you
Why can�t I just spend the night?
It�s cold outside and there�s no place else I can go