Staring out the glass of your tired sedan
Waiting at your door leaning up against the jamb
Going all the way
Singing my guitar
It's later I can't stay
The secrets of the heart
On the study floor with the words in your hands
You pull the hairpin out, now
And down pour the strands
But you were a mistake
You can sing to my guitar
But it's late and I can't stay
The secrets of the heart