Packed up, drawn out I'm waiting in the car Your flood, my drought It was in the cards we're falling apart It's gonna be bad, gonna be bad, I get it Have you lost your mind? Feet first dead last I'm wondering who you're with This warm heart's gonna keep Getting me in trouble Your cold heart's gonna Get me out of it A tale as old as time Written down in lines With the waters in your eyes He's turning water into wine With our bodies intertwined I know you're mine I'll be there, I'll be there When you say that you wanna go home Does it mean back where you came from?