Something’s gotta slip,
When my biggest problem’s
you leaving in the morning
Without a kiss goodbye.
And my greatest fear
is that you’ll wake up
when I come into bed
Yeah, something ought to slip
What’s your favorite color, darling?
I hope it’s never blue.
All I hope is that we never slip.
And that I never regret moving in with you.
I just hope you’re never
My biggest problem
Sorry for the rhymes. They’re seriously unintentional
Is this gonna be the guitar that takes you and I to where we want to be,
Regardless of how far?
Regardless if I’m just playing the neighborhood bar?
There’s a song in that guitar.
And surely it’ll be the one that turns us both into stars.
And should our biggest problem be filling those bars
I’ll happily spend my days as a no one.
Having you been my only mistake,
Hell, I’d love for you to be that mistake.
And though I sincerely can’t remember the first time
you told me you loved me
Every night before I finally fall asleep,
I remember every time since then.
Just one more winter and we’ll be free of Minnesota.
We’ll put into motion what was a simple plan.
You in the hospital, me in the band.
‘Cause this city has a weight.
It’s fluorescent and it’s a hum
that stands on your chest and ends as a spot
on your lung.
Soon our backs will face the ocean
we’ll welcome the wind.
And I’ll be so happy with you that the well will run dry.
I won’t ever write again.
Not for you or for anyone.
So happy I’m numb.
How was I to know what’d I’d regret?
I was 25 making the plans for the rest of my life.
I’m still scared shitless of what’s coming next.
And may circumstance never get the better of us
As I sit on the bed of some hotel,
While over the phone you’re in the bed
that we picked out all those miles ago.
But the minute I get home, I promise you,
I’ll tell you every story, even those I vowed never to tell.
I wanted to see every last part of our world
Twice and I’d be perfect.
But had I’d known it’d be without you,
I’d have told that record company to go to hell.
’cause I’d much rather be with you in our four-post bed
Than be staring at the empty walls of some hotel.
Ill move on to find that I wanted to stay
It all goes so fast
but I’m in the middle anyway.
I’ve always been
north, south and in between
behind the wheel
my three friends, a car,
with a dream
and some memories.