Texty: Hootie And The Blowfish. Fairweather Johnson. Fool.

Saw you last night you were sleeping in my mind Doubting you?ll ever be free again Then I climbed back inside Someone open my eyes To find me drunk again Bonnie on the radio And she was singing low "Give it up or let me go" Every night there is one more Every night there is two more Saying I shouldn?t be feeling this pain I think I better grow up now or go insane There?s so much I feel So much I conceal There?s just so many things I can be Someone write the story of 5 points No one wanted to know me Now they all have opinions of what we do So they go down to Bar None so we can have a drink or two Can?t write a story from the trees I know somewhere she?s watching me Saying "Boy carry your load" Oh I don?t want to go back on the road now There?s so much I feel So much I conceal There?s just so many places to see And faces I can read There?s just so many things I can be