Sometimes I'm riding high, in the rusted sky Sometimes I sit right here, miles off from anywhere Some days I'm a black sheep, baby Suddenly I'm elegant as evening Most of the time, I'm on the ride I remember waiting by the phone pining away the nights alone A tarnished coin into the slot, my number lost in your coat pocket Some days I'm a black sheep, baby Suddenly I'm elegant as evening Most of the time, I'm on the line Ooh a black sheep, black sheep dark as thunder Ooh evening, evening is harder still And I am on the line and the line is rusted blue I am on the line and the line is rusted blue Rusted blue, rusted blue, rusted blue