Mike McDermott - Sharon Van Etten

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

You would call out all right