I get jealous when everyone around you can keep up And I'm left sitting at the side of the road With a plan to get home And a smoke in hand I'm good I know you have your reputation to fill my love And don't you dare let me in the way of that Cause I've always got a plan to get home And a smoke in hand And I always want to know how you are So my brain doesn't stray to afar from you I need more than my patience to get me out of this I need more than my patience to get me out of this I need more than my patience to get me out of this I need more than my patience to get me out of this I need more than my patience to get me out of this