Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
Amy Speace
You ask me if there's something wrong
I say I'm working on a song
You haven't said a word in miles
I lay my left hand on your thigh
Today I woke and something changed
Can't seem to pinpoint what seems strange
Yesterday it all seemed fine
But love can rotate on a dime
I can't find a reason
I can't find a reason
I can't find a reason to cry
Instead of telling you I'm sad
I lean against the seatbelt strap
You're arguing about the war
I count the pennies on the floor
At 60 miles an hour I can't figure out a way
To fix the fallen pieces of this day