Like the black on these jeans Like our names in the sand on the beach Like the red vinyl seat From my diner booth Where we spent our youth Talking till two when I kissed you Like your house up and out of my rear view As I drove off in at the distance Wishing all this hurt you left me with Would disappear with it If everything fades like the paint on a 68 Pick up, I picked you up And it just don't have the same shine that it used to If it's a matter of waiting I'll be patient And pray it don't slide the edge of a blade If everything eventually fades away Tell me, when will you? Tell me, when will you? Like your tire marks in my gravel drive Your perfume hanging in my room Like a Sunday afternoon If everything fades like the paint on a 68 Pick up, I picked you up And it just don't have the same shine that it used to If it's a matter of waiting I'll be patient And pray it don't slide the edge of a blade If everything eventually fades away Tell me, when will you? Tell me, when will you? Tell me, when will you? If everything fades one day, so they say Tell me, when will you? If everything fades like the paint on a 68 Pick up, I picked you up And it just don't have the same shine that it used to If it's a matter of waiting I'll be patient And pray it don't slide the edge of a blade If everything eventually fades away Tell me, when will you? Tell me, when will you? Tell me, when will you? Tell me, when will you?