| I’m freakin' out on the interstate | 
| Rolling down the windows, baby, I can’t hear a thing you say | 
| I’m walking back to my favorite place | 
| And I can feel them staring at me | 
| Baby, do you think I’m doing something wrong? | 
| And you got a lot on your mind | 
| And your heart, it looks just like mine | 
| There’s no use in wasting your time, anymore | 
| I’m sorry I haven’t been myself | 
| And something’s got me down | 
| What it is, I cannot tell | 
| I won’t be satisfied with anything I’ve earned | 
| Fear is just a part of love | 
| And one thing I found | 
| Is love is what you deserve | 
| Driving home and call my father on the telephone | 
| I hope you know I missed you, man | 
| Let’s put it all behind us if we can | 
| Never feeling like I’m all the way home (all the way home) | 
| Stones inside my raincoat pocket I gotta keep | 
| Oh, won’t you hold them for me? | 
| And you got a lot on your mind | 
| And your heart, it looks just like mine | 
| There’s no use in wasting your time, anymore | 
| I’m sorry I haven’t been myself | 
| And something’s got me down | 
| What it is, I cannot tell | 
| I won’t be satisfied with anything I’ve earned | 
| Fear is just a part of love | 
| And one thing I found | 
| Is love is what you deserve | 
| I’m sorry I haven’t been myself | 
| And something’s got me down | 
| What it is, I cannot tell | 
| I won’t be terrified with anything I’ve earned | 
| Fear is just a part of love | 
| And one thing I found | 
| Is love is what you deserve |