Crossroad Confessions

There's a black leather book in the desk drawer

Unopened in Room 104

But I'm sitting right here on the vinyl seat

Staring out at the quiet street

We're parked by the porch in your old truck

Running out of time

and running out of luck

You pretend to sleep

to stretch out the time

One more song

on the radio line (please stay)

And we let the last chorus soar

Through the cracks in the passenger door

We don't talk about what comes next

Just the heavy weight in my chest

Your breathing is slow,

your eyes are shut tight

Holding onto the edge of the night

(holding on) And we let the last chorus soar Through the cracks

in the passenger door

We don't talk about what comes next Just the heavy weight in

my chest (oh, my chest)

Pretending to sleep (mmmmm)