If you give me the line to draw
Then I will follow
If you give me the line to draw
Then I will follow
Why don't I ever see any old punks?
I guess they change their minds or die
Beaten by the greetings of "Enchant�"
By the girls who read Oscar Wilde
Now I was always one of a serious sort
But I let the comics show me around
No, we didn't laugh much but boy we did try
And over time I grew frightened by the sound
Now I've searched the needle
And I bide my time
I've waited patiently for offstage lines
But the things that you're put by
Aren't easily won
And your favorite songs of Texas
Are ones you can't hum
So hide all your daughters
Buckle your sons
'Cause while she'll be skewering your insides
We'll be having all the fun
By the time she had found me
The indians had crowned me
The king of acoustic guitar
Couldn't play too well
Aw it hurt like hell
From the callous to the blister to the scar
She was the epitaph of fashion
Hording love like rations
We'd be digging until we found bone
I still couldn't find the line
I still couldn't keep time
But it was better than being alone
Now I've searched the needle
And I bide my time
And I've waited patiently for offstage lines
But the things that you're put by
Aren't easily won
And your favorite songs of Texas
Are ones you can't hum
So hide all your daughters
Buckle your sons
Loose lips sink more than ships
Will be the headline that runs
So leave your car at the station
And take the train into town
You see we don't solve your problems here
We just work our way around
If you give me the line to draw
Then I will follow
If you give me the line to draw
Then I will follow
� Copyright BMI 2002
