Strain Your Memory (From Exile)

May the highways cross their fingers and hope That we may one day find ourselves home She sticks her head outside the passenger window Sighs as traffic stops and goes It's been two weeks now living in this southern town We hoped the change would change our restless minds A little rewind to a simpler time I swear it's temporary living in this cheap motel Somewhere in the bible belt We made love at that Marietta Motel 6 You fell asleep on my shoulder of commitment Took it as a sign Everything would be fine Sometimes, it takes these kind of nights just to realize How we wanna spend the rest of our lives Could a diamond in the rough ever be enough? I've been mining for your love Since the day that we met, I've spent every second In your minefield digging it up Can you strain your memory back to the times When trouble wasn't always, always on our minds? When trouble wasn't always on our minds Back to the times When trouble wasn't always on our minds And now the hotel maids were banging down the door As if they came looking for some answers When ya gonna leave? Where ya gonna go? Will you get your shit together? When are you gonna marry her? Well maybe you don't deserve her Maybe the whole thing was doomed from the start This inquisition's tearing me apart Could a diamond in the rough ever be enough? I've been mining for your love Since the day that we met, I've spent every second In your minefield digging it up Can you strain your memory back to the times When trouble wasn't always on our minds? Can you strain your memory one more time? When trouble wasn't always, always on our minds