I always keep my hands
Hands tied-eyed tee shirts
No loose ends
'Cause I might not see ya
I might not want to be a hand to God
This feels insane
But I'll see ya every now and then
Now and then
Now and then
Now and then
Our bones break
Our heads ache
The sad song it might make
The long drives we take
Feel halfway decent
Do we need a reason
To call it off?
Call me insane
Just call me every now and then
Now and then
Now and then
Now and then
Just call me every now and then
Now and then
Call me every now and then
Now and then