michigan

The clouds move over Pontiac skies,
Their silent thunder matches mine.
I know this feeling from long ago;
I wondered, Was it gone? But now I know.

So when she calls, don't send her my way.
When it hurts, you'll know it's the right thing.

Michigan's in the rearview, now.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em!
You took the words right out' my mouth,
When you knew that I would need 'em.
What am I supposed to do now,
Without you?
Without you...

It's unannounced, like you'd expect it.
I'm on broke down brake lines and Mo-town records,
And all that's left is a blind reflection,
But you know what's coming and you regret it.

So when she calls, don't send her my way.
When it hurts most it's the right thing.

Michigan's in the rearview, now.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em!
You took the words right out' my mouth,
When you knew that I would need 'em.
What am I supposed to do now,
Without you?
Without you...

Michigan's in the rearview, now.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em!
You took the words right out' my mouth,
When you knew that I would need 'em.
What am I supposed to do now,
Without you?
Without you...