A one, one, two, one
Keys swinging in the ignition,
I'm waiting for the defrost to heat up.
You can still see your breath in the cab
And steam rising from the cup.
Six in the morning, bomber heights,
I'll be home tomorrow but I won't be home tonight.
You were sleeping so deep I could barely wake you up to say goodbye.
I pull the blanket up around you and get dressed by the closet light.
And as I drive out to stop six,
I can tell you everything, but I can't tell you this.
I think I thought it would be so easy,
Little something to get us back,
Just a stop between there and nearly,
Like an old man, running wrong,
Oh, it might have been unthinkably dumb.
These are rough and tumble boys,
But they don't make a noise when I'm walking in the shop.
The habit takes me out back so me and someone can have a talk.
Next to an oil pan, I say yes.
My past and my body don't mean anything, I guess.
I think I thought it would be so easy,
Little something to get us back.
Just a stop between there and nearly,
On the road between none and some,
Oh, it might have been unthinkably dumb,
Unthinkably dumb.
When I passed him on the interstate, I saw him put it into drive.
I feel a tingle and in the mirror, I see the flashing lights.
I got some options, always have,
I could've been a husband or might've been a dad.
I think I thought it would be so easy.
Little something to get us back.
Just a stop between there and nearly,
Where I am is not where I'm from,
Oh, this might've bee unthinkably dumb.