the party

Ditch the party in your beat-up truck
You’re always leaving when the night starts
And the moon was a strange shade of green, orange
Was I wrong? 'Cause I couldn’t tell the difference
At all, at all, at all, at all
Made a right turn for the freeway
Stood on the porch watching you get away
And that night was a pure shade of honest, or something
Was I wrong? 'Cause I couldn’t tell the difference
At all, at all, at all, at all
At all, at all, at all, at all
At all, at all, at all, at all
At all, at all, at all, at all