What started as a starry night turned into a horrid storm
and now my head is wet with the rain.
It's not that I expected it or planned for it [bad word] 
it sorta just ended up this way.

What could I do?
What could I do?

I got a funny little feelin that I ain't gonna make it home tonight.
My minds been spent paying all these midnight dues.
I'm just calling to say that I love you and that I'll be safe.
I'll see ya when the morning [bad word] around again.
 
I gotta funny little feeling that I ain't gonna make it home tonight.