Eastern Conference Champions - Middle of the Night Lyrics
One, two, three, fourMy bags are packedAnd I'm readyI am leaving soonNow don't try to pretendThat I'm always there for youBut this jobDoesn't make senseIn the morning lightThat's why I will leaveIn the middle of the nightYou can ***** with the houseYou can move what you likeYou can paint the bedroomThe color of your eyesI know you go crazyWhen you're left aloneBut I'll be in a motelSleeping next to the phoneThe hardest part isLetting goBut I'll call you twenty times a dayJust to let you knowThat I am wrongEvery truck stop I sit inEvery road that moves eastThese are all indicatorsThat I'll be gone for weeksI don't try to fight itI don't try to understandBut I know that I love youAnd I am not a loving manThe hardest part isLetting goBut I'll call you twenty times a dayJust to let you knowThat I am wrongMy bags are packedAnd I'm readyI am leaving soonNow don't try to pretendThat I'm always there for youBut this jobDoesn't make senseIn the morning lightThat's why I will leaveIn the middle of the nightThe hardest part isLetting goBut I'll call you twenty times a dayJust to let you knowThat I am wrong