A Long Way

Short week goes down on a strong weekend,

Skin tight dangerous just pretend.

Turn off lingers lurking around the corner from a payphone not working.

Baby, when I can\'t, you can.

You\'ve come a long way to wind up with just a man.

He\'s weaker than he\'s show so far.

No guts, no story, an unstrung guitar.

Pull up stakes, ditch the pushup bra,

Your likeness a permanently downed scrimshaw.

Baby, when I can\'t, you can.

You\'ve come a long way to wind up with just a man.

Am I dancing or have I been gutshot.

Head on, should\'ve kept my head on straight.

You\'re more into faces than you are plot.

You\'re not wrong, you\'re just right too late.

You\'re not wrong, you\'re just right too late.

You\'re not wrong, you\'re just right too late.

Baby, when I can\'t, you can.

You\'ve come a long way to wind up with just a man.

Too far, some might say,

To wind up with just a man.