My love
Took a ride on a red-eye plane
Going home
and we're never gonna feel the same
Change this feeling under my feet
Change the sheets, then change me
My love
is a stockpile of broken wills
Like Santa Fe,
margaritas and sleeping pills
I wanna lie in the cracks of this lonely road
I can fill in the blanks every time you don't fold
Here is the truth, I swear it used to be fun
Change this feeling under my feet
Change the sheets, then change me
Would you change this feeling under my feet?
Change this feeling under my feet
Would you change the sheets, and then change me