the headlights with the blankets pressed. Was it something to you baby, or was it always just Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper, Burning in my hands. Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper
night in the headlights with the blankets pressed Was it something to you baby, was it always just Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper Burnin' in my hands Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper