Rain kept falling harder on my long and lonely drive and I couldn't help but wonder If I ever even fucking crossed your mind cause I'm insane for the moment: I let it pass when I should have owned it. Look what I've become: a sad excuse for love.
Philadelphia's in my memory: the rest I let erode. I drove through the left lane to get to your house: a little dirt road right above Norristown While sharing my sheets so you wouldn't be cold, I'm thinking out loud:
I'll sleep when I'm home cause I'm insane for the moment: I let it pass when I should have owned it. Look what I've become: a sad excuse for love.