Sam and Davy

Me and my boy Sam in the tall tall grass

And 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

On a 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