When they call your name. Will you walk right up. With a smile on your face. Or will you cower in fear. In your favorite sweater. With an old love letter.
Hold me up, hold me down. Leave me in the withering pines. Steal my love, steal my kisses. Take 'em to the bartering lines. . Ten cents up, two bucks down.
One thing looking over my shoulder. Is the thought that it won't last. I got to give it this, it's moving fast. Better make a mark before it all pass.