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
She laid her on my brother
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
