This is an empty house for Me to sit and Think It scares Me to think what goes through My mind I stare into an empty yard with an empty and broken heart.
Lets pack the van and drive as far as I can Until We run out of gas and faith And just leave this all behind and just face it another time.
I try to pick Myself out of the dumps But the thought of You is killing Me Just tell Me when will it stop.
Lets pack the van and drive as far as I can Until We run out of gas and faith And just leave this all behind and just face it another time.
And We've made Our destination where the grass is greener And I don't have to worry You anymore