The Luxury Of Knowing

You know when I'm coming home.

You know when I'm coming to bed.

You know that when I tell you that I love you

I mean every word I said.

You know I'm a bit too proud.

You know that I know how to pray.

You know I won't give this up unless I have to give it up.

You know I won't walk away.

But, baby, you're like a diesel truck,

Shifting gears and the pedal stuck,

Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing.

And I don't have the luxury of knowing.

You know that I like to dance,

But only when I'm dancing with you.

You know I must be bad at lying,

Because I've only ever told you the truth.

Just when I think you're a hurricane,

You freeze right over and all that rain

Turns to ice and your whole world just starts snowing.

I don't have the luxury of knowing.

Damn, it must be easy

Being in love with someone so blind.

Because I'll tell you right the only thing I really know

Is that you might change your mind;

Any day you could change your mind.

You know when I'm coming home.

You know when I'm coming to bed.

Baby, you're like a diesel truck,

Shifting gears and the pedal stuck,

Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing.

And I don't have the luxury of knowing.