when she's got to say goodbye
after staying out late on a weeknight
and I walk on the side of the road
under industrial lights
it can be such a shame
how short the night and day
all that I've been for so long
is trying to get right here
and sometimes I can't make myself shuck and jive
perfection's on her tongue rolls out in monotone
that's where the heartache goes
and I do the same you know
I do the same you know
here's the final row
I do the same you know
it's just you can't see it
chips and dip
when she's got to say good-bye
staying out late on a week night
sometimes I can't make myself shuck and jive
cause where the heartache goes
I do the same you know
I do the same you know