Counting Every Storm Before Dawn (wersja 2)

Verse

Radio static fading to a hymn

Your jacket's left on the back of my chair again

Four in the morning, coffee gone cold

The highway stretches out like a road that's told

Every mile between us is one we already know

Pre-Chorus

So what do I do with this open road

When your name still rattles loose inside my throat

Chorus

I'm chasing every storm before the dawn

Counting every hour till you're not gone

Hold on to something that don't want to let go

Verse 2

Old cassette tapes and a map with our names in ink

A Polaroid of you laughing where the neon used to think

Pre-Chorus

So what do I do with this open road

When your name still rattles loose inside my throat

Chorus

I'm chasing every storm before the dawn

Counting every hour till you're not gone

Hold on to something that don't want to let go