Black Cadillacs

And it's true, we named our children after towns that we've never been to
 And it's true that the clouds just hung around
 Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
 And we were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around
 You were so true to yourself, you were true to no one else
 Well, I should put you in the ground
 I've got the time, I got the hours, I got the days, I got the weeks
 I could say to myself I've got the words, but I can't speak
 Well I was done, done, done with all the circ-, circ-, circlin' round
 I didn't die, and I ain't complainin' I ain't blamin' you
 I didn't know that the words you said to me
 Meant more to me than they ever could you
 I didn't lie, and I ain't sayin' I told the whole truth
 I didn't know that this game we were playin' even had a set of rules
 We named our children after towns that we'd never been to
 And it's true that the clouds just hung around
 Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
 And we were laughing at the stars
 While our feet clung tight to the ground
 So pleased with ourselves
 For using so many verbs and nouns
 But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber
 Than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground
 Well wings on flames, kings with no names
 Well, this place just ain't got right air, right now
 You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown
 Well you should run 'round yourself right now
 And we were done, done, done with all the fuck
 Fuck, fuckin' around, circlin' round