They say nothing compares to a Sunday morning's Lonely gliding light But right now the church bells are silent and still In the heat of a Saturday night Over a front yard of dead grass, I yell so you hear me "Hey are you alright?" You roll down your window, like I was a widow And I'm starting to think you might Be the one When nights turn to nothing And I was in love with your Levi's and a Springsteen record It's become Black bras and breakfast And you hold your breath while You're wishing I could do much better The streetlights projected a vision of Mary And my stomach is tied in knots Out past Nevada we'll dream of forever 'Til I tell you everything I've lost All of the lovers that I've ever known Come alive in a singular thought I'm slowly burning while you're now determined To be the only thing I've got Leave and run When nights turns to nothing And I was in love with your Levi's and a Springsteen record It's become Black bras and breakfast And you hold your breath while You're wishing I could do much better And I'm wishing I could do much better Leave and run When nights turns to nothing And I was in love with your Levi's and a Berman record It's become Black bras and breakfast And you hold your breath while You're wishing I could do much better And I'm wishing I could do much better Well I'm thinking I could do much better