Promises Made - Inkwell

I remember when I had it all figured out

Summer days, summer nights

You let it go any day, any price

These highways bring us home,

and I will make it up to you somehow.

And I will make it up to you somehow.

I can count to twenty-three,

so sleep, sleep tonight.

I’m sorry I’m not home, home to do

all the things that I love to do.

These highways bring us home,

and I will make it up to you somehow.

And I will make it up to you somehow.

And I will make it up to you somehow.

And I will make it up to you somehow.

I will make it up to you somehow.

I will make it up to you somehow.

I will make it up to you somehow.

I will make it up to you somehow.