We're taking turns a-starin' down at the floor
As you tiptoe through the process of putting butter on your toast
Bedraggled and bewildered are two 'b's that we share
While last night's empty barrels are lingering in the air
Too good to be true... if such a thing could ever be
Too much time to fix on every screw that's a-shakin' free
Too ready to run down such a winning bet
But it's too soon for sundown to come down yet
The other night you asked me if we would share some kin
Which set me right to wondering 'bout the shape I'd be in
Rephrasing and reframing into the night no end
While this youngster is needing just to be held again
Too good to be true... if such a thing could ever be
Too much time to fix on every screw that's a-shakin' free
Too ready to run down such a winning bet
But it's too soon for sundown to come down yet
Cause it don't take a chainsaw to cut us to the quick
A lazy little word or two with tone will do the trick
Those triggers that we talk about in the calm and the cool
Look a lot like decorations when we start to talk like fools
Well there's been some problems, sad to say so
Those little rough notes, they come and they go
Cause if I've been one thing, more than one time or two
It's a hell of a challenge for a fine gal like you
Too good to be true... if such a thing could ever be
Too much time to fix on every screw that's a-shakin' free
Too ready to run down such a winning bet
But it's too soon for sundown to come down yet