Next to Me

On a prop plane to Roanoke, 9 o'clock at night
Worn out and half broke, sky fucking high
The overwhelming oscillations helped me stir my tea
And like so many situations, wished you were next to me

Driving down the turnpike in a rented car
Tap the brakes and turn right, make a stop at the bar
There's 49 other states where I would rather be
But everything would be alright if you were next to me

Do you remember that letter you wrote years ago?
"You should take more credit, you're alright you know"
Well last night I lost it, like literally
But you could write me another if you were next to me



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Writer(s): B. Garo
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