NIGHTS LIKE THESE
Lights are low
My hands are cold against the wheel
And you still have my coat
Eyes are lost in the fog without you here
And I can't see the road
Now I'm standing at your door
And I hope that you're not home
So, I can get used to being alone
On nights like these when my willpower's weak
I'm gonna call, so just let it ring
I'll drive these streets, don't come looking for me
If you're letting go, then I'm gonna need
More nights like these