I can feel it in the air
Could you roll the window up a bit?
Leaning back into a stare
On the horsie that we rode in with
Pick it up and dial in
And my mind will wonder if
it's happening here again, again
I’m lonely
Like a hill that rolls away
Flowing gently to the sound it makes
I had called you later on
But the time is out, it's getting late
Feel the carpet under foot
And my eyes will take a look,
it's happening here again, again
You know me
Tryna count the hours left
Or the weeks depending what you mean
Always easy to forget
Sitting on a highway in between
Couple hands there on the wheel
I remember how to feel,
it’s happening here again, again
If only