The commentary is traveling for you
With the color an*lyst who kept me looking through
With a co*ktail drawl, i am a sinker
And a pump fake mouth you were a reacher
Uh oh, uh oh, this trophy is for hire
And uh oh, uh oh, these nights are tired of trying
We're living on borrowed nights
These lakes are not oceans
Trees are not forests
And you're renting wanderers to dance in tinted windows
Use our feet for us