Two, three, and..
We're sitting by the ocean, and we're seeing eye to eye
You are in that white dress with your hands between your thighs
Just pack your suitcase and hit the road because the devil's on my mind
We might not be coming home tonight
Feeling like we've lost it all but what the hell do you expect
Been through it all; we've lost and fought and are drowning in regret
Just pack your bags, the train has come, let's ride it through the night
We might not be coming home tonight
When you call me, I'll be gone
In the morning rising sun
You and me have done it all and now we're on the run
We are just two broken souls when all is said and done
Waking up on hardwood floors with bottles by our sides
Truths we're told, we danced and talked, late into the night
Not sure how healing's done, but this kind'a felt alright
I don't think we're coming home tonight
When you call me, I'll be gone
In the morning rising sun
You and me have done it all and now we're on the run
We are just two broken souls when all is said and done
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
When you call me, I'll be gone
In the morning rising sun
You and me have done it all and now we're on the run
We are just two broken souls when all is said and done
We are just two broken souls when all is said and done
We are just two broken souls when all is said and done