Maybe you know nothin' But I sure as hell know somethin' 'bout a mother's son Oh and starin' at the face I'm tracin' lines across the same space as the older one's Now I look out my window Petrified by everything I've done So when I look at you baby Tell me you know just where I'm comin' from A thousand years of searchin' for the one Hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines And hey baby, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines Well, now I'm a fan of photographs And all those dated members hangin' in my tree Oh, if you read grangpa's letters Put together, sugar, you'd know why you hang with me But I look out my window Petrified by everythin' I see, yeah And when I look at you baby Somethin' seems to whisper home to me A thousand years so what's a thousand three? Hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines And hey sugar, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up, yeah Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines Everyone that loves each other Loves their brother right And when the time comes to tear that line up That's when I'll show you, that's when love's alive, yeah And hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines And hey baby, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up, yeah Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines up Tore the lines up, hey