Tom: I should go out and honk the horn, it's Independence Day But instead I just pour myself a drink It's got to be love, I've never felt this way Oh baby, this one's from the heart
Crystal: The shadows on the wall look like a railroad track I wonder if he's ever comin' back The moon's a yellow stain across the sky Oh baby, this one's from the heart
Tom: Maybe I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form But I should prob'ly wait here by the phone And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible Oh baby, this one's from the heart
Crystal: The worm is climbin' the avocado tree Rubbin' its back against the wall I pour myself a double sympathy Oh baby, this one's from the heart
Tom: Blondes, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down To pound a cold chisel through my heart. But they were nothin' but apostrophes Oh baby, this one's from the heart
Crystal: I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone? But the roads get so slippery when it rains I love you more than all these words can ever say Oh baby, this one's from the heart