You'd be on your way to better things
To these tiresome paper dreams
So now you pour your heart out
You're telling me you're far out
You're all about to lie down for your cause
But uh oh, she came to my show
Tempered firs and spangled boots
And these tiresome paper dreams
You're all about to lie down for your cause
But you don't pull my strings because
But uh oh, she came to my show
Yes our wish's that we never made it
Kicking us back down to the suburbs
Yes our wish's that we never made it
Kicking us back down to the suburbs
But uh oh, she came to my show