Crooked nose
Dead front lawn and a garden hose
Nobody knows
Dad's not home where does mama go
Oh by the way
Hardwood floor in disarray
On Saturday
Sun's outside go out and play
Yeah we're always hoping for the highs but living in the lows
Reaching for a place we can never go
At least I can say that I tried
At least I can say that I tried
Sitting in the backseat waiting for the rain
Watching all the cars just staying in their lane
At least I can say that I tried
At least I can say that I tried
Pantyhose
Gospel choir in purple robes
Swinging low
Sweet chariot come and take us home
It's nearly time
Break the bread and drink the wine
Then close your eyes
Bow your head and say the line
Yeah we're always hoping for the highs but living in the lows
Reaching for a place we can never go
At least I can say that I tried
At least I can say that I tried
Sitting in the backseat waiting for the rain
Watching all the cars just staying in their lane
At least I can say that I tried
At least I can say that I tried
I don't wanna waste time
Don't wanna break stride
'Cause if it feels right, it feels right
Life is too short
Along for the ride
So why not just fake it 'til you make it honey
Don't wanna waste time
Don't wanna break stride
'Cause if it feels right, it feels right
Life is too short
Along for the ride
So why not just fake it 'til you make it honey
Fake it 'til you make it honey