I cannot say that I was poor, grew up just to the right side of the tracks. Never could afford me private schooling but I could afford me some good ol’ smack.
You’re so sure it’s your fault when its obviously mine. As the lights dim by the coast I begin to tell you why.
I’ve got an extensive tee collection for a man who’s lost his shirt so many times. Make my way down a darkened road with some strings on my back & a new song on my mind.
You’re so sure its your fault and I’m so sure that its mine.
Spot me this, lady and her sigh, our paths just seem to cross from time to time. She’s always so sure of her direction, got it way more figured out than I ever have had mine.
She’s so sure its my fault and I’m so sure that she’s right. As we drive closer to the coast we can’t begin to tell you why.