when she's got to say goodbye after staying out late on a weeknight and I walk on the side of the road under industrial lights it can be such a shame how short the night and day all that I've been for so long is trying to get right here and sometimes I can't make myself shuck and jive perfection's on her tongue rolls out in monotone that's where the heartache goes and I do the same you know I do the same you know here's the final row I do the same you know it's just you can't see it chips and dip when she's got to say good-bye staying out late on a week night sometimes I can't make myself shuck and jive cause where the heartache goes I do the same you know I do the same you know