I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way Days would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Some of the things I haven't told you Your mom and me just couldn't get along And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll

Maybe I should call Maybe I should leave Maybe I should go Maybe I can't take you that serious I was in Atlanta I was only 20

I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way Days would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Some of the things I haven't told you Your mom and me just couldn't get along And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll