Spin

Talked until the sun came up
Spinning around until there was only us
And I knew it at that time
That I would hate to have to say goodbye
At a truck stop, saw that smile
We called it ours as we could see for miles
And I could feel your eyes lock mine
Lit up under pink St. Louis skies

I spilled my guts on your friend’s couch
Took some time, but I got it all out
You sighed, you thought I hated you
Then closed our eyes and started to spin again
You tied a shirt up so the sun don’t shine
You laid in my arms and you hung on so tight
No matter where we sleep at night
I wind up back there every single time

We dropped them off and I took you home
Sleeping in the front seat while I drove
I saw you so peaceful then
Hurried back to hear your voice again
Hear your voice again

I asked if I could call you mine
You smiled and said, “Yeah, I think that’s just fine”
We laughed for seven hours home
And you fell asleep while we were on the phone

Now it’s only seven hours home
And I always end up sleeping on the phone