When Samantha called a valet
Dressed in blue
Said go slowly
I’m near heavy, how about you?
They won’t clear a path for you
They won’t know our story’s true
But I’m going through
And then Amanda at the counting head-check said
I’ve a soldier’s money
He’s drunk, he’s not dead
And a ticket that can’t lose
It’s our way out
Down a trail of shoes
Cuz I came through
I came through
I’ve come to you
For you
