For the record, we never broke up, we just took a 14-year vacation. It's another tequila sunrise, we're staring slowly across the sky, we said goodbye. He was just a hired hand, working on a dream he planned to try, days go by. Every night when the sun goes down, just another lonely boy in town, and she's out running round. She wasn't just another woman, and I couldn't keep from coming on, it's been so long. Oh, and it's a hollow feeling, when it comes down to dealing friends, never ends. Take another shot of courage, wonder why the right words never come, you just get mad. It's another tequila sunrise, this old world still looks the same, another friend. Thank you.