Text: Kate Earl. Officer.

Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads
Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over
Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank
In his pajamas, I only got ten dollars

I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It?s been a long road and I feel awful
I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that?s all, that?s all, that?s all

She has company and I?ve walked into the wrong room
So I go to the bathroom and I wash my hands in sulfur water
A twitterpated buzz is coming off of her
My admiration forces me to leave her

She asks me to stay but I?ve outgrown her
So I?m back in my car and I get pulled over

I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It?s been a long road and I feel awful
I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that?s all, that?s all, that?s all

With a warning I check my wipers and defog
I notice my mind is on the floor but I must move onward
So I pick a song and I sing along while lofty dreams dance
On and on over a place I'll live forever

I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It?s been a long road and I feel awful
I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that?s all, that?s all

I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
It?s been a long road and everything?s awkward
I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer
And that?s all, that?s all, that?s all