(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
A few more cigarettes now honey
One more jolt of joe
A couple hours past New York City
A few more turnpike tolls
One more minute away from you
Is a minute that lasts too long
When I get back we're gonna lock the door baby
And disconnect the phone
We could use a week to get reacquainted
Some time to feel it out
But leave your small talk back at home baby
This ain't what that's about
Just read my lips
Yes I think you can
Just read my lips