Missed Calls - Handguns

I packed my bags, you cried your eyes

It doesn’t get much easier to say goodbye

I never called to get this right

Always the same thing every time

So here’s a song for all of the times

I never called much, you were on my mind

I hope you know (I hope you know)

When I’m out on the open road

I count the days til I get home so we could be alone

I’ve seen the mountains, lakes, the tall palm trees

But they don’t compare with what you mean to me

You dropped me off for the door

Tell her I can’t do this anymore

I kiss your head, I’m out the door

I promise I’m worth waiting for

I won’t forget to charge my phone this time

As long as you stay on the other line

I hope you know (I hope you know)

When I’m out on the open road

I count the days til I get home so we could be alone

I’ve seen the mountains, lakes, the tall palm trees

But they don’t compare with what you mean to me

I know it feels like I’m a ghost when

You’re in the bedroom all alone and

You’ve got our picture on the night stand

Fell asleep with the TV on again

So play this song at night when

You’re feeling left behind

And if you swear to hold on tight then

I’ll be right by your side

I hope you know (I hope you know)

When I’m out on the open road

I count the days til I get home so we could be alone

I’ve seen the mountains, lakes, the tall palm trees

But they don’t compare with what you mean to me

I count the days til I get home so we could be alone