Book It to Fresno - Brendan Canning

It was late at night, you’d had some drinks

We left you there with time to think

The same old love on that work

And they called you some kind of jerk

I’m not here to laugh at your mistakes

I’m just here to offer a break

They’ll get you lost with a doubt

When I’ll take you with me back around

Well, I’ll hold you in a cold embrace

The cripple lives of music face

I’m not here to laugh at your mistakes

I’m just here to offer a break

Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it

Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it

Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it

Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it