I can't think of anything but you

On my drive home I can;t think of anything but you
My thoughts are consumed by the sounds of the places you took me to
My head is a mess and I think that it's best that we both knew
That I can't think of anything but you

On my drive home I can't think of anything but you
My thoughts are consumed by the sounds of the places you took me to
I'd drive through the night just to see the sunshine in your view
I can't think of anything but you

All of their voices echo through the vacant room
Your silence lingers like a flower in full bloom
My head is a mess and I think that it's best that we both knew
That I can't think of anything but you