Like
the black on these jeans
Like our names in the sand
on the beach
Like the red vinyl seat
From my diner booth
We spent our youth talking till two
and I kissed you
Like your house up and out of my rear view
As I drove off into the distance
Wishing all this hurt you left me with
Would disappear with it
If everything fades like the
paint on a 68
Pick up, I picked you up
And it just don't have the same shine
that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting,
I'll be patient
And pray it don't fight the edge of a blade
If everything eventually fades away
Tell me, when will you?
Tell me, when will you?
Like your tire marks in my gravel drive
Your perfume hanging in my room
Like a Sunday afternoon
If everything fades like the
paint on a 68
Pick up, I picked you up
And it just don't have the same shine
that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting, I'll be patient
An d pray it tolls at the edge of a break
If everything eventually fades away
Then tell me, when will you?
Then tell me, when will you?
If everything fades one day,
so they say
Tell me, when will you?
If everything fades like the paint on a 68
Pick up, I picked you up
And it just don't have the same shine
that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting, I'll be patient
And pray it goes like the edge of a blade
If everything eventually fades away
Tell me when will you
Tell me, when will you?
Tell me, when will you?
Tell me, when will you?