Lyrics
Listen up, there’s not much going on anyways I’m waiting up late for you, love. Not much going down in this city I call my town – This town that I call my home, love. I didn’t meant what you said I said I didn’t say anything at all I’ll tell you where we belong I’ve been reading between the lines - You get the idea. Give it time. Nevermind, whatever does come my way I got nothing else left to spend, love. Getting old? Maybe so. Stay close my valentine I’m cruising towards 34 now. Played clubs all my life, since I was 25 I’m knocking on 34 now. It’s alright. You were mine, at least for a little while. I’ll tell you where we belong I’ve been reading between the lines - Yeah, you get the idea.
Credits
Written by Trent Larrabee , Composed by Trent Larrabee , Produced by Trent Larrabee.