The Same Picture

Flies in the kitchen, they came in through the window
From the hole in the screen, no grass on the lawn
The rain keeps pouring and steam keeps rising
It’s hotter than pavement on the 4th of July
So tell me, I’m the one that will bring you down
Don’t call me baby
Don’t call me baby
I’m thinking the same pictures of you
Are you thinking the same pictures of me?
You probably wouldn’t ever tell me
What you thought of mine
Sky all around us, and wood on the fire
Music is playing and we’re getting high
The mountains are peeking
A look in the window
The ocean is waving, waving goodbye
So tell me, I’m the one that will bring you down
Don’t call me baby
Don’t call me baby
I’m thinking the same pictures of you
Are you thinking the same pictures of me?
You probably wouldn’t ever tell me
What you thought of mine
So tell me, what’s been happening in your town?
Are you still thinking, that you want me to stick around?
Don’t call me baby
Just call me baby
I’m thinking the same pictures of you
Are you thinking the same pictures of me?
You probably wouldn’t ever tell me
What you thought of mine
Even though I’d wait forever standing in your line