Morgan Wade Department Store

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You used to smoke cigarettes
And work at a department store
Say you don't know who that girl was anymore
Driving that car your parents bought
You were fifteen when you started drinking alcohol.

I know you as you are now
You don't do what you want
You let your own heart down
Wish I could take you, take you with me
Let you hit the open road
Instead of a one-way street.

I know you
I know your soul
Your parents were gospel
They gave birth to rock and roll
I can feel you now
You're eating up my bones
I wish I could be the one
To guide you home
I wish I could be the one
To guide you home.

There's two types of people
We hate 'em both
Listening to the interstate love song
While the highway's closed
I only get you in bits and pieces
The occasional afternoon
Wrapped up in my sheets, yeah...

I know you
I know your soul
Your parents were gospel
They gave birth to rock and roll
I can feel you now
You're eating up my bones
I wish I could be the one
To guide you home
I wish I could be the one
To guide you home.

I know you
I know your soul
Your parents were gospel
They gave birth to rock and roll
I can feel you now
You're eating up my bones
I wish I could be the one
To guide you home
I wish I could be the one
To guide you home.

I wish I could be the one
To guide you home
I wish I could be the one
To guide you home.