Gold Calf Moan Paroles

I couldn't play by your rules boy and neither could she.
So I laid her down in a gossamer gown on the same bed that you did.
And the shadows played on the wall. And she told her closet talk.
It's funny you think I care at all what you see in me
You're crazy calling that girl a whore, cried like a baby behind her door,
Your temper tantrums settle your scores, shit-talk everything that breathes.
Call me whatever you need.

Well boy you've got it wrong, golden calf or not, I bet you're too dumb to know the difference.
You're talking like a saint, said throw it in the fire even though you're the one who built him.
Gathered the jewelry, melted it down made for yourself to go idolize.
But that wasn't me, I already jumped town, catching up to your runaway bride.

And you said she could mop the floor with any modern man
I wish I played by your rules boy 'cause now I know she can.
She took my heart in a parking lot from the moment we first kissed.
And now I'm stuck in some foreign land between my girl and a waste of time
Aside from loving all through the night, I'm not so different than you.
High as a kite on the church pew there, so infantile in your wild despairs.
I get it boy, you're the perfect pair. That kind of love it takes two. And everybody's shoving camels through the eye of a needle
And you're punching the clock
Yeah when your new squeeze talks both your ears off baby
You've got that open-road feeling
You send your regards when your heart is ripe for the stealing