Thrilled to turn the last light out
And go on to see my friend
He says I can always call him
When i'm feeling bad
Mesmerized by the old look in his eyes
I'll breathe a sigh and grin
'Til I catch the sight of cloven hooves
Peeking out from underneath
His dark-wash denim jeans
He was always good to me
But I guess I can believe in the gray parts
Hidden in between our heads