Standing on the causeway, flickering lights in the vestibule
I wanted you to meet her, but you would only laze beside the pool
And now you try to tell me to pack my bags and leave this thing undone
Muggy Georgia evening, I try to pry the stars out with a knife
Be in town tomorrow, and I'll arrange my way into your life
But you can't convince me to pack my bags and leave this thing undone
If I had half a clue and started looking through some doors
You know I might have half a life instead of orbiting around yours
I think of all the time I've wasted, makes me want to crawl back in my shell
Please show me the road of good intentions and I'll follow it back from hell
One thing that I cannot do is pack my bags and leave this thing undone
One thing that I cannot do is pack my bags and leave this thing undone
No, one thing that I cannot do is pack my bags and leave this thing undone