The Unreleased Acoustic Collection

Now the parking lot is empty Everyone's gone someplace I pick you up and in the trunk i've packed A cooler and a 2-day suitcase Cause there's a place we like to drive Way out in the country Five miles out of the city limit we're singing And your hand

I am the one who believes in all that you say I am the one who never wants to define herself I am the one who's paralell, upfront, behind I am the one paddling like crazy through the night Refine, old time, colourblind Big sign, do time, doesn't rhym