Yeah I've been this way before. But something down here changed. The spring sun hanging slower. Colder in the sky. And your voice sounds strange. Your voice sounds strange.
Na na na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na na na. . We could be anywhere we want to. We're just a little blue dot on a GPS. We got all night and nowhere to get to.
Perfume on your pillow case. That 8x10 of your sweet face. Gives me a fix but can't replace you being here.. The sun goes down and up again. It's getting harder to pretend this loneliness ain't settin' in.
Baby you're outta my league. I'm so like an old farm pick up truck. And you deserve a limousine. Baby can't believe you're with me. Cause I'm more like an old Andy Griffith show.