Gettin' On Fine (feat. Sarah Morris)

Few thing as dependable as taking the long way home
Any speed I choose, on the mostly empty roads
Outskirts of this dying town
Where you and I are rooted in the ground
More by history than any choice of our own making
Windows down, maybe even when it's raining

Let the wind In
Straight hit of oxygen
By the time I reach my destination I am clean again
The debris of the day blown away And you don't ask And I don't say
We've been getting on fine for years this way

Look-ee here, it's New Years Eve again, radio playing Auld Lang Syne
I grabbed pizzas at the end of my shift, and we'll let the kids stay up late tonight
Watch the people party on TV
In that big city we're probably never gonna see
Resolutions, really, why would we bother
Come the morning, we won't be any stronger

Still we count down
Kiss when the clock runs out
I smile and whisper, Love You, Babe, to quiet any doubt
Then the moment slips, the feeling fades And you don't ask And I don't say
We've been getting on fine for years this way

So I'll load the car, make sure he's got his bag
Tell me, what kind of coach has practice on New Year's Day?
I'll grab the coffee, and something for your head
And we're right back to running once again
Running once again

Let the wind - In
Straight hit of oxygen
By the time we reach our destination we're almost clean again
The debris of the day blown away And I won't ask And you won't say
We've been getting on fine for years this way

We'll keep getting on fine