Texty: Have Nots. Proud. The Years.

So a spark quick became a charge, turned into the current between the stars,
from the coast back to where you are like a siren?s call,
and maybe it was just in the cards, never stood a chance putting up my guard,
I never thought falling so hard wouldn?t hurt at all?

So honey come on and dry those tears,
though I may be gone for weeks and months,
when I come back I?m in it for the years,
and when I?m falling asleep in the backseat,
listening to the engine rumble under me,
I hope you know there?s only one place I?d rather be?

Like storm clouds clear to the bluest skies,
I knew from the minute I saw those eyes,
that whatever it took to make you mine I?d do,
another late night reach on a static line,
from another state in this great divide,
there?s no road no miles no time, there?s only you.