A-Sultan - Spare Keys

Counting every word I've been told.
Maybe you're asleep,
Maybe you're up with a light on for someone new.
I hope you're fine, I really do,
But I'd like to hear it from you.
The dashboard clock keeps moving,
And the street stays cold and wide.
I'm holding on to something that I should've let go by my side.
Keys in my hand, the engine's warm.
I'll turn the key and drive back home,
Tonight I'll ride out the storm.