Amos Lee

Saturday night, my head is spinning.
I wonder who's heart I've been sinning for.
Cold rain blows on my window.
Soft sand gone from my pillow.
One more step that I've been taking,
Yes and one more,
I don't need no more breaking up.
All the red lights, how they are
Burning down the highway.
I remember when the wind
Had blown my way.