Testo di Promises Made

I remember when I had it all figured out Summer days, summer nights You let it go any day, any price These highways bring us home, and I will make it up to you somehow. And I will make it up to you somehow. I can count to twenty-three, so sleep, sleep tonight. I'm sorry I'm not home, home to do all the things that I love to do. These highways bring us home, and I will make it up to you somehow. And I will make it up to you somehow. And I will make it up to you somehow. And I will make it up to you somehow. I will make it up to you somehow. I will make it up to you somehow. I will make it up to you somehow. I will make it up to you somehow.