Lyrics

Let him in, another heartbreak
Leavening a bread that’s gone stale
And I’m just saying you should try something new
Turn off all day, at night drink a sea
The last time you felt love was seventeen
And I can’t talk to you, you’re an answering machine

And she says that her life is
Hard enough as it is
And she sings at night when there’s
No one to make her cry
It’s her fourth of July

Piled dreams in shopping cart
Blue lips, but ready for the start
Of a life, not those in the vending machines
You and me could love all night
A bottle of bourbon and the night sky
And I know you’re still waiting but you happened to me

And the sun can always run on fumes
And my pillow always holds your perfume
And I’ll never know how you
Pulled those colors out of the blue

Oh she says that her life is
Hard enough as it is
And she brings the warmth in when it’s
Too cold to move
It’s her fourth of July