| I’m stood here on the platform
|
| Got a ticket in my fist
|
| And I’m staring at the flowers
|
| On your pretty printed dress
|
| Now you say your brothers waiting
|
| In the Escort '85
|
| And it’s better if we leave it
|
| Just for a little while
|
| Kathy you can play the field
|
| Just tell me we ain’t over yet
|
| 'Cause Kathy I got money coming
|
| From a guy that Billy met
|
| Kathy don’t go
|
| Billy’s planning for my future
|
| Says I can help him do some banks
|
| And if I prove I ain’t no loser
|
| Kathy say you’ll have me back
|
| Maybe I could clear a grand
|
| If I drive this stuff across the line
|
| And Billy swears there ain’t no danger
|
| It’s just like water into wine
|
| Now your brother’s getting edgy
|
| He keeps blowing in his horn
|
| He says I’m lying like the last time
|
| And I’m never going to learn
|
| But Kathy you and I don’t care
|
| We can last a thousand years
|
| 'Cause we got got gold dust on our skin
|
| And diamonds in our tears |