No Man's Land

(альбом: Number Seven - 2011)

I count my blessings

On the days we get along
But I can count on one hand
The days that I do nothing wrong
And you say I learn these things
The hard way every time
And you'd think by now I'd know

She's like a fine wine
I'm like whiskey from a jar
Doesn't make no sense
She's from Venus
I'm from Mars
Saying all the wrong things

But I make my final stand
My foot in my mouth babe
Out here in No Man's Land
I burn these bridges down
On accident I swear
I say that I don't know

But you say that I don't care
And I'm left here begging
Like a dog without a bone
And you'd think by now I'd know
She's like a fine wine
I'm like whiskey from a jar

Doesn't make no sense
She's from Venus
I'm from Mars
Saying all the wrong things
But I make my final stand
My foot in my mouth babe

Out here in No Man's Land
There's actually more than one man out in No Man's Land
Doing things we know only we will understand
She's like a fine wine
I'm like whiskey from a jar
Doesn't make no sense

She's from Venus
I'm from Mars
She's like a fine wine
I'm like whiskey from a jar
Doesn't make no sense
She's from Venus

I'm from Mars
Saying all the wrong things
But I make my final stand
My foot in my mouth babe
Out here in No Man's Land
Out here in No Man's Land

I'm out here in No Man's Land