I'm Coming Over

Well its almost 6am and the sun's coming up soon

I'm on the losing end and I'm drunk on the moon

I'm going nearly eighty on this Cincinnati strip

I'm coming over tonight

Tell me everything's alright

I'm coming around the bend, I'll tuck us in

I'm coming honey

I'm on my last cigarette for the door that I'm coming to

I don't know what it is but I gotta see you

We been through it all and it still seems like a dream

I'm carrying this thing through, on my shoulders is a heavy load

You could turn me into beef stew like a raccoon on the road

My guts are spilling out to the paint of every page