I get jealous when everyone around you can keep up
And I'm left sitting at the side of the road
With a plan to get home,
And a smoke in hand,
I'm good
I know you have your reputation to fill my love
And don't you dare let me in the way of that
Cause I've always got a plan to get home,
And a smoke in hand,
And I always want to know how you are,
So my brain doesn't stray to afar from you
I need more than my patience to get me out of this
I need more than my patience to get me out of this
I need more than my patience to get me out of this
I need more than my patience to get me out of this
I need more than my patience to get me out of this