the party

Ditch the party in your beat-up truck

You're always leavin' when the night starts

And the moon was a strange shade of green-orange

Was I wrong 'cause I couldn't tell the difference at all?

At all, at all, at all

Made a right turn for the freeway

Stood on the porch watchin' you get away

And that night was a pure shade of honest or something

Was I wrong 'cause I couldn't tell the difference at all?

At all, at all, at all

At all, at all, at all, at all

At all, at all, at all, at all

At all, at all, at all, at all