It's like I am a signal flare
You shot straight to the stars
Though I burn up there miles from you
I know right where you are
And each time the phone shakes
It's like a sucker punch
And though I still love to talk to you
Is that bad or good luck
Just give me one year
And I'll be yours my dear
And I'll stop buying cigarettes
Half 'cause you disapprove
But if it shortens our seconds one second
Then the last half will do
And if I took the bus
Straight on back to our town
Would it make us much happier,
Knowing I'd turned back around?
Just give me one year
And I'll be yours my dear
Just give me one year