I Go To The Barn Because I Like The

Well I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear with pride.
Like some empty dress on the bed you've layed out for tonight.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.

Time...
Sometime...

and you were right.

Right.

You were right.
Outside by your doorstep,
in a worn out suit and tie
I'll wait
for you to come down
where you'll find me.
Where we'll shine

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