Drive to dallas

If I see you tomorrow
I don't know what I will do
I'm not going to cut my hair or run
around the block
I'm not going to drive to Dallas with
blurry eyes ever again

With windshield wipers that can't wipe
away my tears,
And everything I own piled up in the
backseat
With a speeding ticket from that speed
trap town
The one that got my license revoked
But I never got pulled over

Never got questioned
No, I never got pulled over
Never got questioned
But I still drove all around without it

If I see you tomorrow
I don't know what I will do
I'm not going to cut my hair or run
around the block
I'm not going to drive to Dallas with
blurry eyes ever again

No tomorrow won't be the day I drive
up to Dallas
With red eyes, blurry eyes and dull wipers
that no don't work
Everything piled up in the backseat so I
can't use the mirror
You said we had unfinished business but
it's finished now

If I see you tomorrow I don't know
what I will do
I'm not going to cut my hair or run
around the block
I'm not going to drive to Dallas with
blurry eyes ever again