Вступление
[Verse]
I'm in a Super 8 and sleeping on the ground
I only think about you when the WiFi's down
There's so many faces in the crowd
Sometimes I think they're all I care about
Everywhere I go
My phone is just a mirror
'Til I see a few missed calls
And I hope to God
[Chorus]
That I'm not gone when something's wrong
That I'm not playing all my songs
At all these shows out on the road
And I can only hope
That I'm not drunk and I'm not high
That I never ever have to say goodbye
From these four walls
When I get that call