Barnyard creeks Your mother speaks Will you head into town to get her some things? That night the moon wasn’t sharp enough To cut through the clouds Another rainy night with you locked inside Another dream, another dim-lit light
Let’s not talk about things that we can break There’s no goin’ back once it’s made No taking back the things we say
My bumper’s fallin’ off again We’ll duct tape it in the hail I’ll call you when I’m back on the 5 That night we talked about our doctor And the valley of the sun I laughed with ten strangers and I could’ve called it love The problem is, you see, I see a little bit of me in everyone I meet
Let’s not talk about things that we can break There’s no goin’ back once it’s made No taking back the things we say
My mind, the critic Has nothin’, has nothin’ to complain about Has nothin’, nothin’ to say Has nothin’, nothin’ to say Has nothin’, nothin’ to say