when she's got to say goodbye
after staying out late on a weeknight
and I walk on the side of the road
it can be such a shame
under industrial lights
how short the night and day
all that I've been for so long
is trying to get right here
and sometimes I can't make myself shuck and jive
and I do the same you know
perfection's on her tongue rolls out in monotone
I do the same you know
that's where the heartache goes
here's the final row
I do the same you know
it's just you can't see it
when she's got to say good-bye
chips and dip
staying out late on a week night
I do the same you knowsometimes I can't make myself shuck and jive
cause where the heartache goes
I do the same you know