and every time we have to part i sit and shoot the doves in my backyard i dig a hole in search of kites i lose my grip oh how that string it bites and the dogs they dip my feet they make me watch the girls the dancing queens i am not the one to blame i am not the horse in this here game i found the broom i found the crease the water s warm hot with disease and untimely demise i m still watching the world through your eyes your insides were never my size in the car in the drive home i wrote your letters i knew your name i wrote your letters i knew your name i wrote your letters i knew your name i wrote your letters i knew your name