Who Do You Think You Are?

She's not much of a singer
but I love the sound of her voice.
I always call her when I'm out on the weekend;
from the van on the road with the boys.
She says, 'I love you and I trust you.'
She says, 'I know I know I know and you don't have to say it back.'
It's those silent conversations
that say more than any words can.

Who do you think you are
calling shotgun, baby in this runaway heart?
Counting on me counting on you counting on me.
I'm not home until you're in my arms.

It's not much of a diamond
but she wears it every single day.
I told her 'I don't have a lot tied to my name.'
She says she's gonna take it anyway.
I say, 'I swear we're gonna make it.'
She says, 'I know I know I know and you don't have to say it twice.'
It's like I've got the winning numbers
for the rest of my life.

But now I'm wondering if she's wondering what it's gonna be like
when the road gets hard and the sky goes dark and we're turning on the headlights...

Who do you think you are
calling shotgun, baby in this runaway heart?
Counting on me counting on you counting on me
Who do I think I am?
I might be broke but baby I'm an honest man;
counting on you counting on me counting on you.
I'm not home until you're in my arms.

'um...I hope your show goes well.
Just wanna tell you that I miss you and I can't wait for you to come home.
I love you.'

(repeat chorus)