Tekstovi: Ryan Adams. Demolition. Tomorrow.

Pulled into the station and they're playing Waylon Jennings
When you're driving through so late at night
You'll see the lights are blinding
Yeah, and I'll be thinking of you

Home, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow, home

A million miles of nothing
Yeah, you're driving all alone
I can smell you on the pillow of the hotel room
Baby, make it and call me soon

Home, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow, home

Home, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow, home

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