Departure
Give me some time, I'll make this right
I know how I got you up all night
How I hate the feeling of being missed
But I feel your taste on my lips
Give me some time, I'll make this right
I know how I got you up all night
How I hate the feeling of being missed
But I feel your taste on my lips
Not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Losing myself
Losing myself tonight
I'm not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Losing myself, losing myself tonight
I'm not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Give me some time I'll make this right
I know how I got you up all night
How I hate the feeling of being mixed
What I feel you taste still on my lips
Give me some time I'll make this right
I know how I got you up all night
How I hate the feeling of being mixed
What I feel you taste still on my lips
How many times do we get this right?
How many times do we have to lie
How many times do we get this right?
Too far now just say goodnight
Not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Losing myself, losing myself tonight
I'm not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Losing myself, losing myself tonight
Losing myself tonight
I know how I got you up all night
How I hate the feeling of being missed
But I feel your taste on my lips
Give me some time, I'll make this right
I know how I got you up all night
How I hate the feeling of being missed
But I feel your taste on my lips
Not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Losing myself
Losing myself tonight
I'm not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Losing myself, losing myself tonight
I'm not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Give me some time I'll make this right
I know how I got you up all night
How I hate the feeling of being mixed
What I feel you taste still on my lips
Give me some time I'll make this right
I know how I got you up all night
How I hate the feeling of being mixed
What I feel you taste still on my lips
How many times do we get this right?
How many times do we have to lie
How many times do we get this right?
Too far now just say goodnight
Not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Losing myself, losing myself tonight
I'm not ready to go to my spirit they are calling
I open the door right where I should be now
Losing myself, losing myself tonight
Losing myself tonight
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Writer(s): Frank Mandeville Rogers, Brad Douglas Paisley
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