Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?I'll show you mine, if you show me yours firstLet's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worseLet's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own wordsWe live on front porches and swing life awayWe get by just fine here on the roadMinimum wage, if love is a laborI'll slave till the endI won't cross these streets until you hold my handI've been here so long, think that it's time to moveThe winter's so cold, summer's over too soonLet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees growI've got some friends, some that I hardly knowBut we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the worldWe chase these days down with talks of the places that we will goWe live on front porches and swing life awayWe get by just fine here on minimum wageIf love is a labor, I'll slave till the endI won't cross these streets until you hold my handUntil you hold my handI'll show you mine if you show me yours firstLet's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worseWe get by just fine here on the roadI'll show you mine if you show me yours firstI'll show you mine if you show me yours firstLet's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worseAnd let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own wordsWe live on front porches and swing life awayWe get by just fine here on minimum wageIf love is a labor, I'll slave till the endI won't cross these streets until you hold my handSwing life away*