Staring at the backseat
It couldn't be older
Living to the sorriest times
Wasn’t a one time fear
You couldn't get over with
Part of your story now
And I couldn't stand, you know me
The risk of it getting better
And I’m honestly facing things
You tell me it’s fine, it ain’t
You rest your head on a bag of suits
All this promotion is not much of use
Asking you out just seams crazy
I’ll send you a list of my give-ups
Whatever you do, don't set me up
Seen other kinds of heat transfer
Lucy won't you come over
Have a cup of beer
Lucy won't you come over...
Far away from pretty eyes
Call'em as long as it’s on my mind
It’s all a game, who would’ve known it
Caught in a branch of the city
I’ll make it last
Call’em as long as it’s on my mind
It’s all a game, who would’ve know it