The Sometimes

Wednesday night, a lonely tone  
Hate the sound of being alone  
Grab my keys and throw on my coat  
Out the door, is where I go 

And I’m tired of all these things you’re putting down 

I can’t believe that this is happening  
Can’t believe your heading out on your way  
The things they are not too unbroken  
Going back to be there any day  

Wednesday Night, a lonely tone  
Hate the sound, of being alone  
Backbeat band, riding slow  
At the bar, she don’t show 

And I’m tired of all these things you’re putting down 

I can’t believe that this is happening   
Can’t believe your heading out on your way   
The things they are not too unbroken   
Going back to be there any day 

  
When I wake up in the morning, 
sun shines in my face I'll 
know of my mistakes  
But this thing that keeps me going, 
all the time I’m knowing, 
this place where I can stay  
And I’m ok------And I’m ok--- 

N. Heun (TruckerFight, ASCAP) / B. Glassman (MonumentalSounds, ASCAP)