Habit

Couldn't stand the house without you so I hit the road.
The walls do too much talking when I'm here alone.
God give me open highway and a tank of gas.
Cause I can't feel the lonely, in the towns I'm whipping past.

I will go on driving through this storm.
I know I've got your memory, and your memory keeps me warm.
I will go on driving through the night.
Cause I can't live one day here without my light.

For one year I could still hear your sounds round every corner.
And for two more I swore, I saw your face in every crowd.
But oh, I think the habit of making you happy will last more years than I can count.

Call it act of science, call it act of God.
All I hear's the calling of the hole where my soul got lost.
But I remember you in all your best.
And I'll live on, knowing I held on, to you until the end.
But then laying my head down in our bed felt a little too hard.
So I just took to sleeping in the car.
I know that what I'm searching for is gone.
Still I don't like to stop moving for too long.

For one year I could still hear your sounds round every corner.
And for two more I swore, I saw your face in every crowd.
But oh, I think the habit of making you happy will last more years than I can count.

You can't out-drive the fire inside that burned up the life in me.
It turns the food to powder on my tongue.
And tears, they are just nothing.
And tears, the just don't come.

Couldn't stand the house without you so I hit the road.
I know I've got your memory, and your memory holds back the cold.
And I remember you in all your best.
I remember your bright smile shining in the photos in that white wedding dress.
So call it act of science, call it act of God.
Me, I'll just be sleeping in the car.