Boilermaker, God's icebreaker, heart of splintered wood An August boozer, contract roofer, had that Elvis look Past the greenbelt, Days Inn motel, he wanted company Called an old friend, she barely knew him, but went reluctantly They're hiding under covers Whispering like two kids On guard to trust another But they dream for something to come of this A red winer, real nailbiter, hardened by design Practical dreamer, some well-meaner, she's looking for a sign On the bedside, lay back lengthwise, sometimes a silence falls TV glowing, easy going, they could have it all They're hiding under covers Whispering like two kids On guard to trust another But they dream for something to come of this He said: Will my love grow back if I give it away? She said: You're just looking at old light anyway They're hiding under covers Whispering like two kids On guard to trust another But they dream for something to come of this