I hit hard.
You know you never think youâre going to, until the people stop:
Good Samaritans Iâm writing to you.
Heâs the only one that would think to tell it that way.
And I appreciate it, even though I never say that I do.
It hit hard.
Iâm so sick of never eating the food at lunchtime, when Iâm in my tan and blue.
Yeah, heâs the only one that would think to tell it that way.
âHeâs got some flat tires, so weâre running just a little late.â
I could take the freeways down if I didnât want to make October.
I could stay inside my house, but I never like the streets swept.
I canât wait to get out of the house. I canât thank you enough.