Come on in

I’ve been wishing you’d walk beside me

Maybe we could get along

All your cigarettes in the ash tray

You put me out like I was one

Come on over darling take your shoes off

Come on over, on in

You sure look good in the driveway

But darling you should come on in

Remember smoking in the backyard

Your mama was screaming from the porch

Meanwhile your dad was in the garage

Tomorrow we’ll get stoned and go to church

Come on over darling

Come on over, on in

You sure look good in the driveway

But darling you should come on in

I once thought I’d go my own way

Take in the daytime, gather my mind

But I remember in the backyard

My mind was young and our fingers aligned