sometimes i m riding high in the rusted sky sometimes i sit right here miles off from anywhere some days i m a black sheep baby suddenly i m elegant as evening most of the time i m on the ride i remember waiting by the phone pining away the nights alone a tarnished coin into the slot my number lost in your coat pocket some days i m a black sheep baby suddenly i m elegant as evening most of the time i m on the line ooh a black sheep black sheep dark as thunder ooh evening evening is harder still and i am on the line and the line is rusted blue i am on the line and the line is rusted blue rusted blue rusted blue rusted blue rusted blue rusted blue rusted blue rusted blue rusted blue