you saw the sank in a fiery fault tween your nose and the wind on the bridge that night oh it s a cold one quiet waiting for starlight a fog rolled in and choked my eyes and you and every other thing in sight was a pleasant convent to find so buffalo girl put on your dress i know how you hate to see my like this in the tail pop tale of an evening past where the headlights fell and the shadows cast in the kind of crash that never lasts in the silence left from nothing told there s four eyes fixed on the gravel road and tender sorrow and lots to go so buffalo girl put on your dress i know how you hate to see my like this well the one thing was that nothing said these two hearts howling like they re going mad and i know i can t handle that  cause i m a fumblin fake and a fuckin fool and that s why i can t fall in love with you and why to and fro are all i do so buffalo girl put on your dress i know how you hate to see my like this