Our last kiss
Held no hint
Just smoke and a little touch of mint
And now you're walking out the doorNo broken China
On the floor by the couch
No hollow tipped attack
To put you on the out
You're simply leaving me
Not dressed to be alone
We brought forth see this coming onRoll out your magic ride
For the next man
Put on a pretty face
You'll always winI see you
Up on Broadway
Arm and arm with some bright young man
You keep walking
In a different direction
And I would wish you well if I had the chanceRoll out your magic ride
For the next man
Put on a pretty face
You'll always winNow do we find
Back on the starting line
For once in my life
I feel that I would be restedI dial you in on the telephone
Just to hear that ring beat
Put on my coat
And walk out that door
Went down a different streetRoll out your magic ride
For the next man
Put on a pretty face
You'll always winRoll out your magic ride
For the next man
Put on a pretty face
You'll always winNow do we find
Back on the starting line
For once in my life
I feel that I would be rested
Songwriters
JAKE SNIDER, ERIN JOHNSONPublished by
Lyrics © Songs Music Publishing