A burning house
Is seen from a distance
Trickling letters at the front entrance
And when you're feeling foolish
I feel a little foolish too
I hear your tires screeching
Driving fast
On the way back do you look into your rear view mirror
Don't make this about me
I'm just a fly on the wall
Call me as you want me
Not as you need me
I Can't believe you say that
Driving fast
On the way back do you look into your rear view mirror
And when the nights get rough
You know you can call me in the morning
And I'll try to understand