The days are long, please don't go I can't trust myself to be alone The sun beats down, my wrists burn on the stove In this lonely '78 motorhome ♪ I stay here, alone inside With the Sunday dinner and the summertime flies Motorcycles rev outside From the backyard screen I hear them drive off into the night But I know If I told him I'd die out here if I stay He would hold me in his arms And he'd love it that way ♪ Sad teddy bears on the lawn outside Clean off the mud, hang them up out to dry Try to sleep, to pass the time by But the dogs in the yard Keep me up with their cries in the night But I know If I told him I'd die out here if I stay He would hold me in his arms And he'd love it that way ♪ The days are long, please don't go I can't trust myself to be alone It all goes dark, my bangs long overgrown In this lonely '78 motorhome