We're driving through the canyons
Singing songs from the sixties
The telephone rang, she said,
Babe, do you miss me?
And ain't it a shame not to love the one you're with

Well she spoke with the prettiest mouth
And she scorned me
She sharpened her teeth and flashed them to warn me
That ain't it a shame when you hate the one you loved

Well, it couldn't be me
No, it couldn't be me
No, they're not in your dreams
He don't look a thing like me

Well I dated a rich girl
With a mother of pearl
Who paid rent in her high rise
The weight of the world
And ain't it a shame when you're exchangin all your 
brand new gifts

Well after a night on the floor,
she put the chain on her door
I'd worn out my welcome
I guess she got bored
And laid him across my bed

No, it couldn't be me
No, it couldn't be me
No, they're not in your dreams
He don't look a thing like me

Well it sounds like rain
And here that's a rare thing
Out here in the desert,
I'm stealing my water
From a hole in a mountain that flows to the affordable 
homes
And from the faucet it drips
And I'll clean up the messes
The others have left us
Well I think they've blessed us
There's a chain on my door
But I'm in love with the one I'm with

And it couldn't be me
No, it couldn't be me
No, they're not in your dreams
He don't look a thing like me
Well it couldn't be me
No, it couldn't be me
No, they're not in your dreams
He don't look a thing like me