Say you see through the folly but you do it for the fame
I'm fighting the jet stream, drinkin' cheap wine on airplanes
You're in L.A., not Chicago
Key under mat, I walk the dog, order in, home alone
verse
Found your letter on a full moon Sunday night
And you didn't really mean it
So I don't have to believe it
If you didn't really mean it
Then magical thinking gets us by
verse
Sing for the after show, those candy colored lips
My fairweather friend
Fairweather friend
instrumental: same as verse~
Gets us by Gets us by
Say you see through the folly but you did it for the fame (2x)
My fairweather friend