I hit hard

You know you never think you're going to, until the people stop:

Good Samaritans I'm writing to you

He's the only one that would think to tell it that way

And I appreciate it, even though I never say that I do

It hit hard

I'm so sick of never eating the food at lunchtime

When I'm in my tan and blue

Yeah, he's the only one that would think to tell it that way

Â??He's got some flat tires, so we're running just a little late.â??

I could take the freeways down if I didn't want to make October

I could stay inside my house

But I never like the streets swept

I can't wait to get out of the house

I can't thank you enough