My love took a ride on a red-eye plane
Going home
And we're never going to feel the same
Change this feeling under my feet
Change the sheets and then change me

My love is a stockpile of broken wills
Like Santa Fe, margaritas and sleeping pills
I want to lie in the cracks of this lonely road
I can fill in the blanks every time you don't phone 
Here is the [bad word]  I swear it used to be fun
Go [bad word]  [bad word]  run

Change this feeling under my feet
Change the sheets and then change me
Won't you change this feeling under my feet

I want to lie in the cracks of this lonely road
I can fill in the blanks every time you don't phone
Here is the [bad word]  I swear it was fun
Go [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] 
Change this feeling under my feet
Would you change the sheets and then change me
Change this feeling under my feet
'Cause here is the [bad word]  i swear it was fun
Go [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  run, ooh
Go [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  run, ooh