Department Store - Morgan Wade

Lyrics by：Morgan Wade

Composed by：Morgan Wade

Produced by：Clint Wells

You used to smoke cigarettes

And work at a department store

Say you don't know who that girl was anymore

Driving that car your parents bought

You were fifteen when you started drinking alcohol

I know you as you are now

You don't do what you want

You let your own heart down

Wish I could take you take you with me

Let you hit the open road

Instead of a one-way street

I know you

I know your soul

Your parents were gospel

They gave birth to rock and roll

I can feel you now

You're eating up my bones

I wish I could be the one

To guide you home

I wish I could be the one

To guide you home

There's two types of people

We hate 'em both

Listening to the interstate love song

While the highway's closed

I only get you in bits and pieces

The occasional afternoon

Wrapped up in my sheets yeah

I know you

I know your soul

Your parents were gospel

They gave birth to rock and roll

I can feel you now

You're eating up my bones

I wish I could be the one

To guide you home

I wish I could be the one

To guide you home

I know you

I know your soul

Your parents were gospel

They gave birth to rock and roll

I can feel you now

You're eating up my bones

I wish I could be the one

To guide you home

I wish I could be the one

To guide you home

I wish I could be the one

To guide you home

I wish I could be the one

To guide you home