You're walking the thin line
Between here and out of control
You kept me in line
You've got the papercuts to prove it

And your sea sick smile
Screams sweet naseau
Seventy-six was a good year for me
It's been uphill since, so

Don't cry
Or start to wonder why
We crashed out like thunder
On the floor or down from the ceiling
It was nice waking up next to you

And you crossed the line
Between here and out of this world
You blow my mind
Like a Colt forty-five, every time

Don't cry
Or start to wonder why
We crashed out like thunder
On the floor or down from the ceiling
It's been nice waking up next to you

Don't cry
Or start to wonder why
We crashed out like thunder
On the floor or down from the ceiling
It's been nice waking up next to you