The Luxury of Knowing

You know when I'm coming home
 You know when I'm coming to bed
 You know when I tell you that I love you
 I mean every word I said
 You know I'm a bit too proud
 You know that I know how to pray
 You know I won't give this up
 Unless I have to give it up
 You know I won't walk away
 But baby, you're like a diesel truck
 Shifting gears and the pedals stuck
 Headed straight to the edge
 And showing no signs of slowing
 And I don't have the luxury of knowing
 You know that I like to dance
 But only when I'm dancing with you
 You know I must be bad at lying
 'Cause I've only ever told you the truth
 Just when I think you're a hurricane
 You freeze right over and all that rain
 Turns to ice and your whole world just starts snowing
 And I don't have the luxury of knowing
 Damn it must be easy
 Being in love with someone so blind
 'Cause I'll tell you right now
 The only thing I really know
 Is that you might change your mind
 Any day you could change your mind
 You know when I'm coming home
 You know when I'm coming to bed
 Baby, you're like a diesel truck
 Shifting gears and the pedals stuck
 Headed straight to the edge
 And showing no signs of slowing
 And I don't have the luxury of knowing