Lyrics

I look out the window, it’s a quarter past twelve and the Mavericks are down
Something tells me get up something tells me I should take a little look around
I see you waiting there, lighter hair, but the same as I knew you before
I wave like it’s a movie, someone scripted things who knew me and I’m out the door

I jump inside your car you’re looking better than from afar and the roof of my mouth itches
We say we can’t be doing this that we’re killing ourselves every time like pulling out stitches
Space-ship driving, ultimatum, we’re deciding where we’re going from here
I don’t know a thing but I can tell you I am sure about the minutes near

CHORUS

Could you make it feel like the very first time?
Could you make it real like when you used to be mine?s
Could you make me feel like the very first time?
Could you make me real?

Earlier that day I got my very first drive in a transfer truck
Thumbing on the road, Kerouac in my blood, kinda down on my luck
I felt like I was king sitting shotty, riding high talking ice road trucking
But the more things I said I realize I’m just a guy who don’t really know nothing