The Plains

How long since you turned cold-blooded?
And when did you stop wearing your perfume?
How high are those walls that you put up?
Why's it so quiet in this room?

There is no worse feeling than
When somebody's not listening
Say again what you said before
But it doesn't matter anymore
If you shoot first
You can't get hurt

And she won't get her heart broke again
No, she won't get her heart broke again
No, she won't get her heart broke again
It's not black, not white, not a shade of gray
Why I would love her either way
Either way
Either way
Either way
Either way

Since when was this all about the money?
And how did we get to this place?
I miss chasing the sun down the highway
I miss running wild across the plains

It's no one's problem but your own
If where you live, it ain't your home
There's not a lot to talk about
Just pack your bags and get the fuck out
You'd be scared too
If you knew what she knew

And she won't get her heart broke again
No, she won't get her heart broke again
No, she won't get her heart broke again
It's not black, not white, not a shade of gray
Why I would love her either way
Either way
Either way
Either way
Either way