I hear you coming up the driveway,. I tie a ribbon in my hair.. Well, look who's come to see me.. Funny, you always end up here.. . [Chorus]. But it's still pretending..
I got a postcard with an old address,. A picture of Houston in a creased-up mess,. Just to remind me that it all went wrong,. Just to beat me up, just to turn me on..
The song I love the best's the one my father taught to me,. The kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing,. But an old friend at my table is by far the finest thing.