Tune Out

I like to write in a booth at a burger joint

I read the Bible but I miss the point

Put on a leather strap and pray

That I could go on with my day

(and)

Tune Out

Tune Out

Tune out for a little bit now

Tune Out

Tune Out

Tune out for a little bit now

Everywhere I look around I think of you

We had it all and I never knew

Let's ride our bikes to the bungalow

Turn up the music and the lights real low

(and)

Tune Out

Tune Out

Tune out for a little bit now

Tune Out

Tune Out

Tune out for a little bit now

Call me lonesome call me blue

I've got no one else but you

Maybe I'll just throw a cup

Maybe I'll just join a cult

And tune out

Curled up on our bed our little cat

Looking just like a Russian hat

Whatever's left of you and me

We're gonna get it back if we

Tune Out

Tune Out

Tune out for a little bit now

Tune Out

Tune Out

Tune out for a little bit now

Tune Out

Tune Out

Tune out for a little bit now

Tune Out

Tune Out

Tune out for a little bit now