The Place We Ran From

Here's to every time that you rock a boat Here's to every word that you ever wrote There were clues but it was never clear You've got to choose your own way out of here I could say anything you need, anyone you knew Anything you see, anything you say

The fire, the wine, the bed and you In this crimson light I find the truth And the truth is like a punch or two It hits you hard it knocks you through So I, get on the road and ride to you I get on the road and ride to you A kiss like a fight that ne