The Plains -

How long since you turned cold-blooded?

And when did you stop wearing your perfume?

How high are those walls that you put up?

Why’s it so quiet in this room?

There is no worse feeling than

When somebody’s not listening

Say again what you said before

But it doesn’t matter anymore

If you shoot first

You can’t get hurt

And she won’t get her heart broke again

No, she won’t get her heart broke again

No, she won’t get her heart broke again

It’s not black, not white, not a shade of gray

Why I would love her either way

Either way

Either way

Either way

Either way

Since when was this all about the money?

And how did we get to this place?

I miss chasing the sun down the highway

I miss running wild across the plains

It’s no one’s problem but your own

If where you live, it ain’t your home

There’s not a lot to talk about

Just pack your bags and get the fuck out

You’d be scared too

If you knew what she knew

And she won’t get her heart broke again

No, she won’t get her heart broke again

No, she won’t get her heart broke again

It’s not black, not white, not a shade of gray

Why I would love her either way

Either way

Either way

Either way

Either way