Thank you for drinking my drinksnEach one like a footprint traced in felt-tip inknWhere we're dancing cheek-to-cheeknIf you were tallernnI've been sewing together our clothesnI matched up the hemlines on my cuffs and yoursnAnd I've threaded carpet flossnAnd spent my dollarsnnOn these quiet nights with younSo that our bodies would move to country tunesnAnd like I planned your bangs, they would obscure the viewnBut your eyes clearer than two polished glass test tubesnThey tell my hands where to movennI think we're both still good to drivenI toss you the keys and say I trust you with nMy life.nnRound lights on the road like a scenenFrom the end or beginning of things that appear nOn the cinema screensnnOn these quiet nights with younMy god, our bodies do move to country tunesnAnd like I planned your bangs, they would obscure the viewnBut your eyes clearer than two polished glass test tubesnThey tell my hands where to movennBut when I'm drunk I become merrynAnd strange torsos and legs I will not carrynBut for this now I know you are certainnWhen our jackets for each other we're removingnLike a broken jack-in-boxnYou and me can tremble but not talknnOn these quiet nights with younMy god, our bodies do move to country tunesnAnd like I planned your bangs, they would obscure the viewnBut your eyes clearer than two polished glass test tubesnThey tell my hands where to movenn