What started as a starry night turned into a horrid storm and now my head is wet with the rain. It's not that I expected it or planned for it to come, it sorta just ended up this way.
What could I do? What could I do?
I got a funny little feelin that I ain't gonna make it home tonight. My minds been spent paying all these midnight dues. I'm just calling to say that I love you and that I'll be safe. I'll see ya when the morning time comes around again.
I gotta funny little feeling that I ain't gonna make it home tonight.