The Luxury of Knowing

You know when I’m coming home
You know when I’m coming to bed
You know that when I tell you that I love you
I mean every word I said
You know I’m a bit too proud
You know that I know how to pray
You know I won’t give this up unless I have to give it up
You know I won’t walk away

But, baby, you’re like a diesel truck
Shifting gears and the pedal stuck
Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing
And I don’t have the luxury of knowing

You know that I like to dance
But only when I’m dancing with you
You know I must be bad at lying
Because I’ve only ever told you the truth
Just when I think you’re a hurricane
You freeze right over and all that rain
Turns to ice and your whole world just starts snowing
I don’t have the luxury of knowing

Damn, it must be easy
Being in love with someone so blind
Because I’ll tell you right the only thing I really know
Is that you might change your mind;
Any day you could change your mind

You know when I’m coming home
You know when I’m coming to bed
Baby, you’re like a diesel truck
Shifting gears and the pedal stuck
Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing
And I don’t have the luxury of knowing