Interstate Love Song

waiting on a Sunday afternoonfor what I read between the lines,your lies.feelin' like a hand in rusted shameso do you laugh or does it cry?reply?leavin' on a southern trainonly yesterday you lied,promises of what I seemed to beonly watched the time go by,all of these things you said to me.breathing is the hardest thingto do. with all I've said andall that's dead for you,you lied - good byeleavin' on a southern trainonly yesterday you liedpromises of what I seemed to beonly watched the time go by,all of these things I said to you.