Her To Here

Driving 'round in circles while the sun sets pink and purple

Wish I could turn it off just like the radio

'Cause that watercolor sky, it's like a heartbreak souvenir

How the hell'd I get from her to here?

I pull into a parking lot, some little no-one-knows-me spot

Sit down at the bar and bum a smoke

By the time I light it up, that first whiskey glass is clear

How the hell'd I get from her to here?

If I knew she was gonna call my bluff

I woulda wrapped my stubborn arms around her instead of acting tough

If I knew she wasn't gonna hit the brakes

I'd'a chased her down the drive, not watched her drive away

They're 'bout to turn the neon off

I'm barely hanging on the rocks

I leave my truck and catch a ride back home

Start replaying old voicemails with the phone up to my ear

How the hell'd I get from her to here?

If I knew she was gonna call my bluff

I woulda wrapped my stubborn arms around her instead of acting tough

If I knew she wasn't gonna hit the brakes

I'd'a chased her down the drive, not watched her drive away

I slip off my boots and stumble in

Sleep out on the couch again

And know I'll feel like shit come tomorrow

But those sheets upstairs are colder than that lonely last-call beer

How the hell'd I get from her to here?

Aw, how the hell'd I get from her to here?