I sat on the couch started writing a song
Until I heard some commotion
I said come on baby somethings got to be wrong
She said it's about time I tell you
Baby this won't work out
It's about time I tell you about
And I said
Is it all the pain that I put you through
Is it all the things I didn't do
Or the smoke in my rearview mirror
Is it all the times I said goodbye
Is it all the times that I let you cry
Or when I put this car in gear
And I'll make it clear
Give me just one more year
The flowers on the counter are rotting
And my bags are almost packed
I was about to pull out that ring
Just before she said that
Baby this won't work out
It's about time I tell you about
And I said
Is it all the pain that I put you through
Is it all the things I didn't do
Or the smoke in my rearview mirror
Is it all the times I said goodbye
Is it all the times that I let you cry
Or when I put this car in gear
And I'll make it clear
Give me just one more year
Is it all the pain that I put you through
Is it all the things I didn't do
Or the smoke in my rearview mirror
Is it all the times I said goodbye
Is it all the times that I let you cry
Or when I put this car in gear
And I'll make it clear
With no more tears
Give me just one more year