Sunday Night and your at the mall.
And your dance is in mid fall.
Your riding down on county line.

Girl smiles at you and see the shine.

See a rose man you are so blind.

Think of the girl down on county line.
You dream about her in your spare time.


And nobody even knows.

Now here you are in your car.

Driving upon the soulless tar.
You see the same girl at the bar.


And you say she'll never go.

Now she calls you on the phone.

You collapse but your still prone.
And you say this bird has flown.


But you know she'll never go.

Now your riding down county line.

And you'll hoping you'll see a sign.
Yes you think that girls so fine.
And bet you she'll never know.