Maybe you know nothing
But I sure as hell know something 'bout a mother's son
Oh and staring at my face
I'm tracing lines across the same space as the older one's

Now I look out my window
Petrified by everything I've done
So when I look at you, baby
Tell me you know just where I'm coming from
A thousand years of searching for the one

Hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up
Tore the lines, tore the lines
And hey baby, of course the course of horsing tore the lines up
Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines

Well, now I'm a fan of photographs
And all those dated members hanging in my tree
Oh and if you read grandpa's letters
Put together, sugar, you know why you hang with me

But I look out my window
Petrified by everything I see, yeah
And when I look at you, baby
Something seems to whisper home to me
A thousand years so what's a thousand three?

Hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up
Tore the lines, tore the lines
And hey sugar, of course the course of horsing tore the lines up, yeah
Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines

Everyone that loves each other
Loves their brother right
And when the time comes to tear that line up
That's when I'll show you, that's when love's alive, yeah

And hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up
Tore the lines, tore the lines
And hey baby, of course the course of horsing tore the lines up, yeah
Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines up
Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines up
Tore the lines up, hey