Standing by the door checking my hair
Waiting on you to take me nowhere
We were always looking for a rock and roll Saturday night
We're sitting on hold with a radio station
Listen all night to hear my dedication
A song to tell the whole town you were mine
We sing, like we wrote every word to the whole damn thing
Like nothing would ever change and we danced
Like time was really slipping through our hands
Oh, when you said I love you, you might have been lying
But it sure sounded good at the time
Just a hand me down Pontiac
See how many friends we could pile in the back
would
looking
listen
hands
funny
barely
right
front
lying
every
alright
radio
sitting
danced
cause
hitched
always
alive
night
change
checking
sounded
waiting
whole
saved
goodbye
could
melody
might
still
money
never
nowhere
pontiac
really
broke
slipping
wrote
wrong
hippy
friends
saturday
dedication
ticket
standing
station
summer
nothing
thing
through
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