A one, two, three.
Mm.
We were old men, spitting food in the grass.
The red sunset still warm on our backs.
The sky looked like an ocean,
and the water looked like glass.
And forever meant tomorrow,
we both wondered if we would last.
You were leaving town, I didn't want to face it.
This doesn't grow to different places.
It was burning out, I couldn't take it.
We tied the double knot and we spitted water,
they said.
I sat twelve and you sat seven.
We threw straight up to heaven high,
in the small town sky.
It was a burning,
all they gonna get,
they'll be coming down,
they'll be gonna come on time.
I fed you and I was still hanging in there,
just like Chuck Taylor's on a power line.
Between the silence,
you and me talked all night.
I made you laugh, then accidentally,
I made you cry.
When I said I wouldn't blame you,
if the sunrise meant goodbye.
I said,
how dare you,
baby,
who would not to try?
Sitting right there on my hoodie and sat,
dry the suede on your flower dress pad.
A lot went on, and that's when it happened.
You were gonna be my number, now it's matter.
I sat twelve and you sat seven.
We threw straight up to heaven high,
in the small town sky.
It was a burning,
all they gonna get,
they'll be coming down,
they'll be gonna come on time.
Chuck Taylor's on a power line.
All they gonna make it.
My size twelve and you size seven.
We threw straight up to heaven high,
in the small town sky.
I know,
baby,
Chuck Taylor's on a power line.
Yes, he are.
Look at us, baby, we're still hanging in there,
just like Chuck Taylor's on a power line.