Текст песни Highway Home - Chris Ayer

We are on the highway home,
We pass another pawn shop
And you say that soon my phone,
Will be ringing off the hook,
And that's your way, to say
I should have a little faith
In what I know, to be true.

And I can tell that you,
Have left me in your mind
And pretty soon you'll move,
All the way to California
And I'll be fine.
I'll be fine.
I'll be fine, cause I see you.