And every time we have to Part I sit and shoot the doves in my back yard 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 an untimely demise im 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 know your name