Front porch lights
That brighten the folds in your eyes
I see you holding hands
In the back of your mini-van
And it feels like there's something going on
It just feels like there's nothing but
Satellites and foreign beer
It always feels like fall down here
But i ain't got a thing to fear tonight
Autumn days
On the phone with you in the rain
So who's that friend of your's
Does he even have a name
And it feels like there's something going on
It just feels like there's nothing but
Satellites and foreign beer
It always feels like fall down here
But i ain't got a thing to fear tonight

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN