Red back lights of cars in front of me
Wishing this cab could sweep past through
Oh let me go straight to my little one
And grant his simple wish that I tuck him in tonight
Wrote this when I was on my way to Matt.
Broke my heart when he wailed in despair,
when I told him I wasn't coming home as promised.
Lost in my own self
Almost always believing it is you
Over and over again
I end up in your embrace
But only to fill in
The empty spaces of her
Oh would it help if I shut my eyes
And fumble my way out
Strain my ears a little more
To hear the loving words she hears
Those that fill in
The empty spaces spaces of me
there is no truth when it comes to him
not even a chance of choice in flipping a coin
he can be here and there at the same time
and a locked up room when conflict arise
