Drive all night to you
What's a girl to do?
Can you figure it out?
Or, do I have to spell it out for you?
Couldn't it wait?
I've left my bed and myself
Unmade
Someday, you'll go back to our cinema
And greet the person next to you
And, just maybe
It might be the girl you used to know
Who tripped and skinned her elbow
That June, for you
So, be patient now
Please misplace your doubt
I said, "It's getting late
And I've left my life
Unmade
You can figure it out
All you really gotta do is
Trust"