Sam and Davy

Me and my boy Sam, in the tall, tall grass

On our backs in the heat of the sun

On a warm October, where the clouds were never

Good for rain, only changing shape

Does your blood run cold

Or your eyes go white?

On a borrowed soul

And on borrowed time

Me and my girl Davy, on a Sunday morn'

Taking our time in a used car lot

Destination: where the sun is

Nothing is sure but the time we've got

Does your blood run cold

Or your eyes go white?

On a borrowed soul

On a borrowed time