Intro: My mother said to me that I would get in trouble My father won't come home, cuz he is seein' double Our windy, endless spring, your eyes are so misleading That's when your car pulls up, its hood is black and gleaming A little wine, you stole a smile The earth is wild, you've got no time Wild in our ways, what will you make it Heartless to say, go on pretending One chance to fall behind, the lines that would not let you Can I believe in how the past is what will catch you