It's been too fucking long. I haven't seen you since we were kids
And I rode a freight train out to come visit you at Pitt
And you laugh so loud. Let your hand rest on my knee.
I sip on a tonic cause I been trying not to drink
And I flash back to us — Monongahela Park
And the cheap bottle of scotch
We shared as the sky went dark
I'll drive you home, it's getting late
You smile and ask me if we could stay
I'll take you home, you're on the way
We watch as the night starts its slow decay
I'll drive you home, it's getting late
Cherry blows off your cig. And you say you wanna hear the band
And ask if it's hard for me to still sing about Dianne
And I kinda shrug. I mean, it's not really up to me.
I hand you a light and say, "Dolly still sings about Jolene."
And I flash back to us — Monongahela Park
Where we're chain smoking at dusk
Our damaged teenage hearts
I'll drive you home, it's getting late
You say it's been a year since you've felt ok
I'll take you home, you're on the way
You lean in and I turn my face away
I'll drive you home, it's getting late
My hearts a nail bomb
I built it so no one could ever get close again
I try to stay calm
But you slam the door, and I'm already shaking and
I collapse on the street
I saw the look on your face; I know what it means
I'll drive you home, it's getting late
You leaned in and I turned my face away
