Lyrics Book It to Fresno - Brendan Canning

Book It to Fresno

It was late at night, you’d had some drinks
We left you there with time to think
The same old love on that work
And they called you some kind of jerk
I’m not here to laugh at your mistakes
I’m just here to offer a break
They’ll get you lost with a doubt
When I’ll take you with me back around
Well, I’ll hold you in a cold embrace
The cripple lives of music face
I’m not here to laugh at your mistakes
I’m just here to offer a break
Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it
Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it
Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it
Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it