Ridealong

Revisions and truth, to Hell with it I still just want you, not to understand By now I know I never can, but then You'll never meet the man who can Bet you'll never meet that man or woman who can And if you do I wanna shake their hand Take me on a ride-along I'll point out something dumb you've never noticed before All this and not much more I've said all this before I've said all this before Revision or truth, as best I dress it up I know you'll see right through I'm not trying to spin a yarn Just walk with you arm in arm Maybe buy a little farm, call some little people ours Hope they don't wind up too scarred, like how we are Take me on a ride-along I'll point out something dumb you've never noticed before All this and not much more