There Is

This va-ca-tion's use-less

These white pills aren't kind

I've gi-ven a lot of thought on

this thir-teen ho-ur drive

I miss the grind-ing con-crete

where we sat past eight or nine

And slow-ly fin-ished laugh-ing

in the glow of our head-lights

I've giv-en a lot of thought to

the nights we use to have

The days have come and gone

Our lives went by so fast

I faint-ly re-mem-ber breath-ing

on your bed-room floor

Where I laid and told you,

but you swore you loved me more

Do you care if I

don't know what to say?

Will you sleep to-night,

will you think of me?

Will I shake this off,

pre-tend its all ok-ay?

That there some-one out there

who feels just like me,

There is.