I could wait until you're sleeping, you'd never hear me leaving Go without saying a word I could write it in a letter; maybe it'd be better Who knows? It could make it worse Save it for a rainy day Baby, either way, I'm damning it straight to Hell Ten 'til three or half past nine It'll never be a good time To drop a bombshell If I did a little drinking, may numb me into thinking I could tell you face to face If I harden my heart, I'd tear us apart So I wouldn't have to carry this weight Here on my shoulder I'd tell you it's over, 'stead of keeping it to myself Morning or midnight It'll never be a good time To drop a bombshell I can't love you I can't love you anymore I can't love you I can't love you anymore Driving through the smoke, out of the ashes Lookin' for a place to land All that I know is I can't go back So I'm driving fast as I can Picking up pieces, prayin' to Jesus Lord, I'm gonna need your help It ain't the easy way There's always a price to pay For dropping a bombshell Ten 'til three or half past nine It'll never be a good time