Washed out all of the things
You left outside my front step
And laid out under the headlight
Shining way down

And left out all of my favorite part
Of my favorite movie
And strolled out under the headlight
Shining the way it's flashing

And I messed up, went and blew my luck on
On those late night drive-ins
And I say the best things
When no ones listening in

And I do believe I must apologize
For everything I said
If I made you think there was
Much more than anticipated

It seems that I am
The pedigree of hospitality
And why's that I'm always three steps
Behind the weighing tree

Left out see what all
You interest imply
I would wait five years if it means
I could have that receipt in my hand

And if it means that
Why can't I see for myself?
I could tell by your expression on your lips
That you could have been bribed

Yeah, that's right
But you're still six back in line
I could see that right now