Eastern Conference Champions Middle of the Night lyrics

One, two, three, four

My bags are packed
And I'm ready
I am leaving soon
Now don't try to pretend
That I'm always there for you
But this job
Doesn't make sense
In the morning light
That's why I will leave
In the middle of the night

You can fuck with the house
You can move what you like
You can paint the bedroom
The color of your eyes
I know you go crazy
When you're left alone
But I'll be in a motel
Sleeping next to the phone

The hardest part is
Letting go
But I'll call you twenty times a day
Just to let you know
That I am wrong

Every truck stop I sit in
Every road that moves east
These are all indicators

That I'll be gone for weeks
I don't try to fight it
I don't try to understand
But I know that I love you
And I am not a loving man

The hardest part is
Letting go
But I'll call you twenty times a day
Just to let you know
That I am wrong

My bags are packed
And I'm ready
I am leaving soon
Now don't try to pretend
That I'm always there for you
But this job
Doesn't make sense
In the morning light
That's why I will leave
In the middle of the night

The hardest part is
Letting go
But I'll call you twenty times a day
Just to let you know
That I am wrong