A Plan To Get Home

I get jealous when everyone around you can keep up

And I'm left sitting at the side of the road

With a plan to get home

And a smoke in hand

I'm good

I know you have your reputation to fill my love

And don't you dare let me in the way of that

Cause I've always got a plan to get home

And a smoke in hand

And I always want to know how you are

So my brain doesn't stray to afar from you

I need more than my patience to get me out of this

I need more than my patience to get me out of this

I need more than my patience to get me out of this

I need more than my patience to get me out of this

I need more than my patience to get me out of this