The Pretty Ones

Caffinee and lack of real sleep,
Knees deep in gasoline,
Ask me if I'm afraid to speak,
Cause my words make heat.

Which street's the one we meet at?
Can't keep my feet to the beat of yours,
Read me from a map of the town,
And I'll lay my head down...

Cross walk we stop and wait for the light to change us,
Talk more and compensate for my silence,
Hands wrapped and as we ready,
Slow down Baby we've got the town map handy inside our heads,
And I'll lay my head down...

Meet me at the pretty lights time of day,
Where the pretty lights give me your pretty face,
Baby stay with me until we can't see no more.

Till we can't see no more,
Good heart now it's on for sure,
Take hold of my arm at the elbow and we'll go,
And I'll lay my head down...

I'm always almost there,
I'm always almost there.