Your Spot

There she is again
There she is in my car, my bed
My head

Why bother looking back?
Because I couldn't stop
Even if I wanted to

We are driving into the night
Where, it doesn't matter
The journey is about us, not the destination

We are lying in my bed
Hand in hand
Soul in soul
Who knew such simplicity could breed
So much happiness

There she is in my head again
Come for a drive with me
Come lay hand in hand with me

I am driving into the night
Where, I don't know
I look over and see your empty spot

I am lying in my bed
My hand is unfilled
I look over and see your empty spot

There she is in my head again
The more I wish you would leave here
The more you dig yourself in even deeper
I look over and hope to see your empty spot