Missed you down at Red Bluff Bay
Billie said she saw you walking away
With some guy she didn’t know
I waited a while but you never showed

I followed your footprints they led me to the sea

You said 'Summer nights got me mischievous'
Your mischief Mary got me starting shit
I’m about as friendly tonight as a scorpion sting
I took a shot but I missed everything

I never even saw him coming

You drew me a map back to your street
I caught a train to the Eagle’s Eye
It was my birthday but for the life of me I couldn’t eat
On the way back it started to rain
Your map in my pocket just melted away

I made papier-mâché eyes

I came to, in a nest of eyes
A buzzing swarm of wheres and whys
Someone said we should call the police
I said Bill help me to my feet

It’s ok I had it coming

I broke three promises already
I kissed a girl, dragged a smoke
Bought a bottle even though I was broke and clean
We made our way to Romantica
But stopped at a party on the south side and I

Saw your papier-mâché eyes

Sometimes a man gets to thinking about the big things in the small hours
I don’t wanna assume but I guess that sometimes a woman does too (insert question mark)

And sometimes a man gets to wondering if he’s fallen from the height of his powers
And a woman looks him square in the eye and says that it’s indubitably true

Love…is that you?
Love…I can’t do this again.
Love…is that you?
Love…Just say when…you’ve had enough…I’ve had enough