"I wanna send this song out to my little honey bee" We have a conversation almost every night In a motel room across a telephone line And I want to hold you and I wish that I could We got lucky tonight 'cause our connection was good I count the white lines I count the pot holes You're riding shotgun in my soul Shotgun in my soul Well do you save the teardrops I'm causing to fall To drown me with when you've collected them all Dry your eyes girl I'm coming home soon I want to kiss you from the kitchen all the way to the bedroom We'll count the time till I'm on the road and You're riding shotgun in my soul Shotgun in my soul I really wanted to be there Knowing you're in bed sleeping alone And yes I know that its not fair To have to say I love you on the phone So the tires hiss and the highway it winds And the hours feel like they're forever in time But don't be mad I'm going fast as I can And I won't see a thing til I can see you again I felt like half til you made me whole and You're riding shotgun in my soul Shotgun in my soul Shotgun in my soul --- shotgun! Shotgun in my soul --- shotgun! I said shotgun in my soul --- shotgun!