Sam and Davy

Me and my boy Sam, in the tall, tall grass
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
And on 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