You get lost on your way back home, just about anywhere. You sing off key to the radio, like nobody's there. And I love that your Sunday's best is a holey pair of jeans And I don't stand a chance when you smile.
You get lost on your way back home, just about anywhere.You sing off key to the radio, like nobody's there.And I love that your Sunday's best is a holey pair of jeansAnd I don't stand a chance when you smile.