My true love drowned in a dirty old pan of oil
That had run from the block
Of a Falcon sedan 1969
The paper said '75
There were no survivors
None found alive

Trees break the sidewalk
And the sidewalk skins my knee.
There's glass in my thermos and blood on my jeans
Nickels and dimes of the 4th of July
Growing off in a crooked line to the chain link lots where the red tails dive
Oh how I'd forgot what it's like

Hey when she sings when she sings when she sings like she runs
Moves like she runs
Hey when she moves when she moves when she moves like she runs
Moves like she runs
Hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight
Round the town tonight
Hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight
Round the town tonight

Hey pretty baby get high with me
We can go to my sister's if we say we'll watch the baby
The look on your face yanks my neck on the chain
And I would do anything to see you again

So I've fallen behind

Hey when she sings when she sings when she sings like she runs
Moves like she runs
Hey when she moves when she moves when she moves like she runs
Moves like she runs
Hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight
Round the town tonight
Hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight
Round the town tonight

Go on go on and scream and cry
You're miles from where anyone will find you
This is nothing new, no television crew
They don't even put on the siren
And right down the street the pavement bleeds
Don't let 'em die

Oh, how I'd forgot

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Neko Case, Paul Rigby