The Creak In The Floorboards
Tired Pony
The phone rings out to no one
Because we've finally left the house
Throw our whole lives in the old car
And eat the highway piece by piece
Here I am I'm a right mess
Here you are in the right dress
Here we are it's the last dance
Here we are in the distance
We take the same road that we always take
But this time we're not coming back
There's a thousand miles ahead of us
And a million in our wake
Do you know what I'm looking for now ...
'Cause I sure don't
With our whole lives boxed around us
We leave the lions to themselves
And we hardly need reminding
That you're the raven I'm the wolf
Whereever you are be wherever
you are with me tonight
