We're driving through the canyons Singing songs from the sixties The telephone rang, she said, Babe, do you miss me? And ain't it a shame not to love the one you're with Well she spoke with the prettiest mouth And she scorned me She sharpened her teeth and flashed them to warn me That ain't it a shame when you hate the one you loved Well, it couldn't be me No, it couldn't be me No, they're not in your dreams He don't look a thing like me Well I dated a rich girl With a mother of pearl Who paid rent in her high rise The weight of the world And ain't it a shame when you're exchangin' all your brand new gifts Well after a night on the floor, She put the chain on her door I'd worn out my welcome I guess she got bored She laid her on my brother And laid him across my bed No, it couldn't be me No, it couldn't be me No, they're not in your dreams He don't look a thing like me Well it sounds like rain And here that's a rare thing Out here in the desert, I'm stealing my water From a hole in a mountain that flows to the affordable homes And from the faucet it drips And I'll clean up the messes The others have left us Well I think they've blessed us There's a chain on my door But I'm in love with the one I'm with And it couldn't be me No, it couldn't be me No, they're not in your dreams He don't look a thing like me Well it couldn't be me No, it couldn't be me No, they're not in your dreams He don't look a thing like me