She leaves her heart up on the shelf
Easier to keep, than to give to someone else
I see her out every Friday night
Makin' eyes but it don't mean that she's mine
With the cigarette smoke in the bar room talkin'
She comes here to be known
But always leaves a little more alone
Tell me honey, do ya try
What's so different about this and daylight
If it can't make you cry make you mad or get you high
It's just a waste of time
Any ol' fool can go as far dress it up and play the part
But it ain't love if it can't break your heart
She walks a fine line 'tween givin' in and givin' up
One is just an open door The other one you're slamming shut
Tell me honey, does it cross your mind
That there's more than meets the eye
If it can't make you cry make you mad or get you high
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
Don't leave
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
I'm not running for the doorway
Don't leave
Yea-Yeah