Paroles: The Color Fred. Get Out.

I walked up to a drive-thru.
Had to hitch a ride to get myself fed
It was late but I know it's never too late to call you
You're a good friend with a bad tendency to get in over your head

Don't you don't you fall asleep
(gonna get us both killed driving back to Coatsville)
I swear I'll make it back someday
I swear I'll make it back

Get out, get out, get out
You're not driving
Get out, get out, get out
You're not driving
Get out, get out

I woke up on a Greyhound in a new town
Then again I was here a month ago
It was your birthday it fell on a Friday
And I should have been there for that I'm sorry
Regardless

Don't you don't you fall asleep
(gonna get us both killed driving back to Coatsville)
I swear I'll make it back someday
Someday

Get out, get out, get out
You're not driving
Get out, get out, get out
You're not driving
Get out, get out, get out
You're not driving
Get out, get out

We hit the ice just before the telephone pole
We hit the brakes
But there was no escape
We hit the ice and I see a car in your future.
They stitch and they sew and they suture
But this day will scar and right now we know how lucky we are

Don't you fall asleep
We know how lucky we are
Don't you fall asleep
I swear I'll make it back

Get out, get out
Get out, get out
I swear I'll make it back someday
(get out, get out)
I swear I'll make it back someday
(get out, get out)
I swear I'll make it back someday
(get out, get out)
I swear I'll make it back

Get out, get out
Get out, you're not driving
No not in the state you're in
Get out
You're not driving
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out