Hey, it's way past midnight
I checked long ago
I guess I won't be hearing that sweet voice
on the telephone tonight
No "Honey child, everything's gonna be alright.
In our own good time"
Well I can't believe you're the only one who's
picking me up when I'm too far gone to realize myself
But I guess it's true, darling, cause I'll always
give in to you
Your love without reservations
Have you ever known a pure heart
When a thousand miles from your soundest sleep?
Can I convince you to wait beyond your doubt?
Through this lonesome highway song
So you know a few things about love
Walking around with open wounds, feeling blessed
And I suppose these things come natural
to those with nothing to lose, anyway
Have I ever known a pure heart
When a thousand miles from my soundest sleep?
Can you convince me to wait beyond my doubt?
Through this lonesome highway song
Only a week to go
I'm in this in-between
I'll try not to notice this sinking feeling
Have we ever known a pure heart
When a thousand miles from our soundest sleep?
Can we convince ourselves to wait beyond our doubt?
Through this lonesome highway song
I checked long ago
I guess I won't be hearing that sweet voice
on the telephone tonight
No "Honey child, everything's gonna be alright.
In our own good time"
Well I can't believe you're the only one who's
picking me up when I'm too far gone to realize myself
But I guess it's true, darling, cause I'll always
give in to you
Your love without reservations
Have you ever known a pure heart
When a thousand miles from your soundest sleep?
Can I convince you to wait beyond your doubt?
Through this lonesome highway song
So you know a few things about love
Walking around with open wounds, feeling blessed
And I suppose these things come natural
to those with nothing to lose, anyway
Have I ever known a pure heart
When a thousand miles from my soundest sleep?
Can you convince me to wait beyond my doubt?
Through this lonesome highway song
Only a week to go
I'm in this in-between
I'll try not to notice this sinking feeling
Have we ever known a pure heart
When a thousand miles from our soundest sleep?
Can we convince ourselves to wait beyond our doubt?
Through this lonesome highway song