Wait Up
Handguns / Taylor Eby
Two and a half months on the road
I can’t stop thinking about what you’re doing at home
Don’t get me wrong, this is still what I love most
But I just want to hold you close
One night with you just wasn’t enough
So I’m hoping like hell that you’ll wait up for me to come back home
So I’ll sing one more song to let you know when I get home
You better pick up the phone because I don’t want to be alone
I’ve been through at least forty eight states
Still no one compares to you
You may be laughing but it's true
I swear it’s true
I’ve been chasing you for a year now
And I’ll keep running even if my knees give out
So make this song number two
I’d still do anything just to be with you