He walks out each morning
He knows where hes going
It will take ten days to get to the desert in the sea
And shell stay home waiting
And shell stay home praying
That the sand turned liquid wont take him away
I, I suppose thats normal
I, I suppose thats average
But I, I refuse to think thats life for me
She walks out at night
She knows where shes at
And shell take her dress off if anyone thinks
Shes worths twenty-five or more
Thats how it goes