(ahh)
Picture this your eyes are closed
You fell asleep in my arms dear
I wonder if your brain knows
The thoughts you think about in fear
You got up, out of your seat
And told me you were leaving
I didn't think you'd mean it.
There you go, on a black horse
And I don't think I'll never know where you are
One missed phone call 3 missed texts
I guess I'll never know where you are
Picture this you're on the road
It's windy and it's getting hard to hear
You're cracking your wrists
And its broken
You know it isn't working at all
You got up, out of your seat
And told me you were leaving
I didn't think you'd mean it.
There you go, on a black horse
And I don't think I'll never know where you are
One missed phone call 3 missed texts
I guess I'll never know where you are
(on a black horse)
There you go on a black horse
And I don't think I'll ever know where you are
One missed phone call 3 missed texts
I guess I'll never know where you are.