I see them pass by All the exits on the highway that could lead to you I'm mentally driving myself to your house At four in the morning So I can crawl in your bed And sleep until the sun peaks over the hills
So I can feel your warmth under the covers And feel you breathing beside me That way I can tell you when we wake How proposing to take a break Broke me
There is an I-83 and an I-95. They represent the only two men I have loved.