Reason to Hide

I'm starting to feel like some kind of target Maybe the next I'm beginning to think we should get under cover Looks like a mess I'm not Job, and neither are you But between us we could probably find A reason to hide I like the way you handle the curves And I'd like to see you keep the wheel But something your sister said to both of us Stuck with me like a bottom deal Don't know if you remember, it was pretty late We were sitting in the last light, waiting for the porch light Shе was looking straight ahead She said, "I'm starting to feel like somе kind of target Maybe the next I'm beginning to think we should get under cover Looks like a mess I'm not Job, and neither are you But between us we could probably find A reason to hide"