Me and my boy sam, in the tall tall grass
On our backs in the heat of the sun
On a warm october where the clouds were never
Good for rain, only changing shape
Does your blood run cold
Or your eyes go white
On a borrowed soul
And on borrowed time
Me and my girl davy, on a sunday morn
Taking our time in a used car lot
Destination; where the sun is
Nothing is sure but the time we've got