Artist: fair to midland
Song: wife, the kids, and the white picket fence
Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Year: 2007
Mail order brides, turtlenecks and trophy wives
Had the ways and means to breach the borders of easy street
And to blend right in we all surrounded them
In a white picket fence, now both ends meet
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends
Two peas in a pod, a battleaxe and a bastard child
Took one step more and went straight to the source
And to blend right in, they opened fire with
Their rain checks spent to make ends meet
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends
Go on, paint the whole town red
I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
And so I wait
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends
