You haven't said a single thing   The whole way home   The air is thick from awkward silence   So you turn up the radio and I don't think I got to tell you   I hope you already know   What you reap is what you sow      And so I gotta say somthing   I just can't leave like this      No no   Pretty soon we'll hit your driveway   And you'll escape off in your house   So maybe I'll just hit the highway   And maybe you'll open your mouth   And let it out      I gotta say somthing   I just can't leave like this   No no   Hear you talking   Your excuses make me sick   It's getting old   Is there anything that I could've said   To help you fix   What's broke in your head   Tell me now if I'm pushing too hard.      I gotta say somthing   I just can't leave like this   No no   Hear you talking   Your excuses make me sick   It's getting old ( its getting old )