Driving home late Saturday
The sun is fading away
I thought my memory of you was fading too

In the cab the stereo plays
"It kills me when he's gone"
I never had you and I'm barely hanging on

You are iron, my reality is brass.
what do you wan't from me?
Why do I even have to ask.
I want you but I want to let you go.

I wrote you wouldn't call
But then i heard your voice
My mind chooses you because my heart won't give me a choice

Normally word's come easy to me,
when I sit here and play behind these white keys.
But I'm thinking of you and my tongues all confused,
boy you got me twisted.
I wrote down some words about another man,
but for some reason you're still inside my hands.
your the chorus to all of my songs,
and my heart just can't stop singing along.

You are iron, my reality is brass.
What do you want from me?
Why do I even have to ask.
I want you but I want to let you go.