text: I should go out and honk the horn, its Independence Day
  But instead I just pour myself a drink
  Its got to be love, Ive never felt this way
  Oh baby, this ones from the heart
  The shadows on the wall look like a railroad track
  I wonder if hes ever comin back
  The moons a yellow stain across the sky
  Oh baby, this ones from the heart
  Maybe Ill go down to the corner and get a racin form
  But I should probly wait here by the phone
  And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible
  Oh baby, this ones from the heart
  The worm is climbin the avocado tree
  Rubbin its back against the wall
  I pour myself a double sympathy
  Oh baby, this ones from the heart
  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 ones from the heart
  I cant 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 ones from the heart