Every time it feels like a drag, I ask my love Pack a couple months of clothes in the bag Hey, that's enough Put a little gas in the car, we're not going far Park it underneath the old oak Hey, there you go When you go you never really go away What's another word for confused that's not being used? It's a feeling I can't describe, yet still I try Every time it feels like a drag, I check my bag If I ask my love to be true, that's what it will do When you go you never really go away