I once knew a girl who couldn't k** a song
We'd have to sit out the Beatles in her El Camino
Waiting for the end to come along
She left me for the Dead because I wouldn't wait
On every single break that Uncle Jerry would take
At some point it just gets late
But I guess that's what you get when you're too pretty too young
And every bruiser on the block will buck and break into a run
Just to put a tab on your tongue
They told you there was hope in a song
I woke up next to you the morning your divorce came through
Backseat in a Little Rock parking lot
With a head too hurt to be true
You prayed for love sweet love but baby I'm all they sent
Not much to look at or shake a book at
But good for half the rent
But I guess that's what we get for being high and too wide
Now everybody on the block is trying to talk you back to Christ
Just to put a turn in your tide
They're telling you there's hope in a guide
At the end you used to say we were like quotation marks
Words got between us not worth repeating
And kept us hard apart
Better on the move is better on your own
Hell, even I can see what everybody calls freedom
Is nothing but being alone
But I guess that's what we get for being fast and too free
Now everybody on the block knew you were better than me
And talk of other fish in the sea
Made you hope for things you can't see
Hope is not a compa**, it's a cloud and one of the brightest
It proves there's light but will not let you get
To where the light is
Hope is not a compa**, it's a cloud and one of the brightest
It knows there's light but will not let you get
To know what light is