Unrung

Well, I can tell you she's a bad idea

For the good it would do

You got a Chevrolet as old as her

Hell, you bought it new

(Nice to meet you, ma'am)

Well, I'll be damned if she won't let you

Leave her line of sight

With her left hand closed on a yellow rose

Dying in the neon light

(She's something, right?)

There's a thousand things that I could say

But I just bite my tongue

And listen as the last note fades away

That bell can't be unrung

He's a hero of mine, you know, honey

They don't make 'em like that no more

He's a hero of mine, you know, honey

As if he wasn't before

Oh, a thousand things that I could say

But I just bite my tongue

And listen as the last note fades away

That bell can't be unrung

Well, I could tell you she's a bad idea

For the good it would do

I could tell you she's a mixed up girl

Hell, she's 22

She's hanging on every word you say

Like a song yet to be sung

So we listen as the last note fades away

That bell can't be unrung

So we listen as the last note fades away

That bell can't be unrung