Three days of silence
Your number still beside the phone
Funny how a quiet room
Can make somebody feel so far from home
We both said more than we meant
Neither one would let it go
Now every hour feels longer
With nothing left but what we know
I tell myself I'm doing fine
Keep busy through the day
Then something small reminds me
And every word comes back again
Maybe being right
Was never worth this space
Maybe all this distance
Is just pride in another shape
Are we too proud to call?
Too guarded to admit it?
Waiting for the other one
To make the first move with it
We had something worth keeping
More than one bad night
If you're staring at your phone too
Maybe neither one was right
I drove past your street tonight
Slowed down without a plan
Almost turned into your corner
Then kept both hands where they were
The radio played our song
I let the whole thing run
For the first time in three days
I stopped pretending I was done
No need for another argument
No score to settle now
Just one honest conversation
Without trying to win somehow
I looked at your number
And finally pressed call
Maybe we're too proud to call
But not too far to fix it
Some things mean too much
To leave unfinished
We had something worth keeping
More than one bad night
So if you answer this time
I won't need to prove I'm right
