i m lonesome there out in the midnight air driving around wonderin if i ll make it through these lonesome nights still prayin for daylight and wishin to hell that i could just come home to you and my radio s on and every single song tells the same old lonesome story of you and me and its ringin in my head those words that you said i guess some things they are never meant to be just smell the sweet soft southern smell of magnolia and hear the wind it s calling out your name and just another broken heart lost in georgia and falling like a sweet savannah rain and its hard to be a man and its hard to give a damn and i guess that there ain t nothing else left to say cause whats done can t be undone and there ain t nowhere to run but it hurts too goddamn much to stay and these memories still remain of chasing headlights in the rain and these shifting gears won t ease my worried mind and there ain t nothin left to do but howl at the moon and drive until i see that morning sunrise