But you try, don't you? You try, don't you? Just wanna die, don't you, when she runs? You can't make a woman sleep alone You can't tell her nothing she don't know Take a year and go back home Where the wind comes sweeping through the plains You ain't

Wanting more, wanting more Have a little mercy on me, baby, you got me Of your love-ove But I wanna come through And I wanna need you Could you be my muse? Lately all I think about is you This love's incredible-credible

Here comes the sound of the sirens I tell myself I love the silence But maybe I just wanna hear the sound of the sirens Three weeks down, but you're on the mend You swear that you're free from my passenger seat As we drive through the night, 'til it