When you're strung
And working late
Picture me motoring home
On the interstate
Tapping the dash on my own
Through tunnels and trees to my phone
It's the scratch
That's on your throat
Coming across through the line
From the other coast
Keeps the count off of my mind
Two days 'til I get on your time
Layover food
Magazine news
Stuck in coach
Reading your notes
Serpentine queues
Hustling shoes
Into your car
We soak the days
Love at mach one then my flight
We're pulled away
Lonely and twined out of sight
You make lonely worth every night
You make lonely worth every night
You make lonely worth every night