text: I should go out and honk the horn
  Its Independence Day
  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 coming back
  The moon is a yellow stain
  Across the sky
  Oh baby
  This ones from the heart
  Maybe Ill go down to the corner
  And get a racing form
  But I should probably wait here
  By the phone
  And the brakes need adjustment
  On the convertible
  Oh baby
  This ones from the heart
  The worm is climbing
  The avocado tree
  Rubbing its back against the wall
  I pour myself a double sympathy
  Oh baby
  This ones from the heart
  Blondes brunettes and redheads
  Put the hammer down
  To pound a cold chisel
  Through my heart
  But they were nothing 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