I was crying for you, in my car I'm driving On my way to Birmingham I'm still trying to make something Still trying to make something I'm still trying to make something out of my life I drive on, searching for the road back home I drive all night long, trying not to look at my phone I park at the club and sit there Staring at the door, I'm thinking There has to be some story I haven't told yet So I sing all my songs and feel them Staring at the back of my eyelids And we call this a meaningful connection I drive on, searching for the road back home All the merch is gone but I still feel so alone I don't want to sing this song I know it won't keep the lights on It takes too much to be alone I just can't do this on my own So I'm looking for your name in my phone I'm looking at my phone I want to see your face in my palm I can do this all night long