Woke up in the hazy shade
Of a rusty dusty down
To find that I had crushed the mind
Of one who from beyond the highway comes
Those legs were looking back at me
Wasn't this the version I was meant to see?
I can't remember what the hell she said
To think about a place of mystery

cir, air, air, air, air, air
cir, air
I love you
cir, air, air, air, air, air
cir, air
She needs it too

The hook-up kids don't know don't care
They keep their secrets down upon the stair
The river floats in gambling holds
Made for the troubadour on a dare
He's the one from the movie screen
He's the one who knows the goal is never feel
He's the gun and the magazine
It's the one you know but it just won't say when

cir, air, air, air, air, air
cir, air
I love you
cir, air, air, air, air, air
cir, air
She needs it too
cir, air, air, air, air, air
cir, air
She needs it too