Saw you last night 
you were sleeping in my mind 
Doubting you'll ever be free again 
Then I climbed back inside 
Someone open my eyes 
To find me drunk again 
Bonnie on the radio 
And she was singing low "Give it up or let me go" 
Every night there is one more 
Every night there is two more 
Saying I shouldn't be feeling this pain 
I think I better grow up now or go insane 

There's so much I feel 
So much I conceal 
There's just so many things I can be 

Someone write the story of 5 points 
No one wanted to know me 
Now they all have opinions of what we do 
So they go down to Bar None so we can have a drink or two 
Can't write a story from the trees 
I know somewhere she's watching me 
Saying "Boy carry your load" 
Oh I don't want to go back on the road now 

There's so much I feel 
So much I conceal 
There's just so many places to see 
And faces I can read 
There's just so many things I can be