Lyrics

In the rodeo, charm, bent, swing home
A dirty mind, is a dirty face cloth
You need a change from the mundane mondays
I miss you love, and i miss your company

Lace up, next stop, tick-tock run
You always liked the grass, and snare drums
You were mister mischievous, known
I miss you love, yeah, I miss you, honey

Please try to see...

I've got to know
I've got to go
Got to make things better, soon

Got to love you from the road
God will help you till I get home
Got to write you letters, write soon, I will
Got to make things better, I will, soon

On the road, in your run-away Soho
You talk alot, and you drink to phone home
In the wild, with the hornets, solo
I miss your love, and I miss your sweet soul

Please try to see...

I've got to know

Indian mother
I am in sight of view

Tell me, the fire
Tell me, the island shoots

Taylor the suite
Take it inside of you, you, you, you, you...

I've got to know...