Car culture looks out at you Drivin through a Friday night on your own You dont have to please me Or pick up my tab Dont have to go too fast Just change
When she's got to say goodbye After staying out late on a weeknight And I walk on the side of the road Under industrial lights It can be such a shame
Jealousy you have never done a thing for me No, you've never done a thing for me jealousy, jealousy Things go wrong, it sends me somewhere that I don'
It's easier to drink on an empty stomach Than eat on a broken heart The figures of art and that kind of thing Only will bring you apart I'll give it
All you see is the weight hung round my neck It's in the message you left: I love you to death I need to get some leg and go shine my shoes I didn't come
Car culture looks out at you driving through friday night on your own you don?t have to please me or pick up my tab don?t have to go too fast just change
All you see is the weight hung round my neck it?s in the message you left: i love you to death i need to get some leg and go shine my shoes i didn?t
It's easier to drink on an empty stomach than eat on a broken heart the figures of art and that kind of thing only will bring you apart i?ll give it
Jealousy you have never done a thing for me no you?ve never done a thing for me jealousy jealousy things go wrong it sends me somewhere that i don?t
When she?s got to say goodbye after staying out late on a weeknight and i walk home the side of the road under industrial lights it can be such a shame
p. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways God couldn't save F-a-k-e, l-o-v-e Fake love you see Never lasting through eternity Living life in the
So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love I'll probably never understand ya ways with everyday I swear, I hear ya Trying to change your ways
you won't I say I've changed and prove I don't Somebody made my heart a silver spoon Somebody made my heart a silver spoon That eats away at love and
, you?re thinking ?bout life You?re thinkin' ?bout love, you?re thinkin' ?bout the ways to break it down You got eighteen myths and five different ways
I Wish I had a story to tell I Wish I knew the story of the cardboard man, Or the Talking filmcanister, Or the Spoon that Moved I Wish I knew the one
thing you forgot to do you got to love me more than the trees and stars high above me you got to love me, love me, love me all the time, if
spoon Well, I was born on a farm just south of Jackson We had an old Ford tractor and a country moon And she loves a violin, I love a fiddle We go separate ways
