You will ride in the night
'Cause you're far from my sight/side
Though I knew I wanted you
There's nothing left to do
Oh, what you wanted to do

Planning to find a redemption
You will call and pretend
When there's nothing but dimes in our pockets
When we sit down to talk on benches summertime
Just talking to watch the sun fall on your face

You would call out all right/out of right
(I don't know what she is saying here, do you?)
You would call...