Sixteenth day into the year
The drive was quiet
I had thoughts in my head
It was all bad news

We sat parked
And I opened up
You shut down
This night will only get worse
It was all bad news

Get off the ground, you're making things worse
Won't you get off the ground, you'll make it worse

Keep your head down
Time to be honest with myself
I've lost it all and I'm on my own
It was all bad news

Get off the ground, you're making things worse

I've been having trouble sleeping
Know that sleep don't come easy
When you loose everything you have

I just want one night
Where I can rest my eyes
Sleep tight, all through the night
And I'll go on the rest of my life
But I'll know that things can't get any worse