(Don Breithaupt)

I’ll admit that I had my reservations baby
When you landed here
First the fun then the fatal hesitation baby
Then you called the tears

Guess I made my bed
Now I lay my head
Guess I made my bed

The truth is you were
Good company
Driving in my car
Good company
Believe me
Good company
I wonder where you are
Good company

I try hard to remember conversations baby
But the words are gone
Looking back on our intimate vacation baby
Maybe I was wrong

Guess I had my say
Now I make my way
Guess I had my say

Shouldabeen is the password to misery
Second time around
So now I’m looking into the glass and you’re with me