Gold Mine

When I heard you were skipping town

I drove down to Hollywood

Hearing stars with my headphones on

They told me not to worry

But I can't run

I'll always be a step or two ahead of you

And all I want is another scripted story

For you to tell me

One, Two, Three

And a song starts playing on a 45, 45

Here I am hiding in the light thinking that it's my time

But I can't lie this record's got a mold on me

Just like your memory

And now one, two three

Take me back to the time I had a good night

We hooked up in a parking lot

I knew then you were losing it

We moved on to the liquor store

And finished what we started

And it's all wrong

The things I used to say or do

Just to get to you

And now it's on

It's time we find a story

A better ending

One, Two, Three

And a song starts playing on a 45, 45

Here I am hiding in the light thinking that it's my time

But I can't lie this record's got a mold on me

Just like your memory

And now one, two three

Take me back to the time I had a good night

One, Two, Three

And a song starts playing on a 45, 45

Here I am hiding in the light thinking that it's my time

But I can't lie this record's got a mold on me

Just like your memory

And now one, two three

Take me back to the time I had a good night

One, Two, Three

And a song starts playing on a 45, 45

Here I am hiding in the light thinking that it's my time

But I can't lie this record's got a mold on me

Just like your memory

And now one, two three

Take me back to the time I had a good night