Sunday Night On The Highway.

Don’t make me go around again, don’t make me smile and pretend, I’m not missing your love, pretend I’m not missing the joy you give.

What can I run to? Who can I run to? Why I am running? Missing something.

Missing something only you can give, this isn’t a good way to live, empty hours, lacking power, bitter sour.

Bring me in close, bring me in closer, God you’re the only answer, to all of my questions, no more second-guessing. Help me learn my lesson.

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