I bet you got a dead cell phone in your shotgun seat. Yeah, I bet you’re bending God’s ear talking ‘bout me. You’re trying not to let the first tear fall out, trying not to think about turning around. You’re trying not to get lost in the sound but that song is always on so you sing along. I can’t live without you, I can’t live without you, baby I can’t live without I can’t live without you baby, oh baby.
Instead of just looking up into the sky, you’re actually gazing down into the infinite cosmic abyss, with only gravity holding you onto the surface of the earth.