white dress is your tipping point let our whispers pass anywhere they want to go i m resting in your rocking chair i can hear you scream anywhere you want to go i m pinned to the open road with a love so deep that i can t bear black fence round the skin i can t sleep in i m pinching the nerve it s not fair i like time staring at white lines will i miss my chance to go anywhere i wanna go the dead grass rivers slipping past will i miss my chance to go anywhere i wanna go i m pinned to the open road with a love so deep that i can t bear black fence round the skin i can t sleep in i m pinching the nerve it s not fair