No Salesman Lyrics

Hey, Teresa Mae we’re still a long way from the start
Selling secrets just to pay our dues and play our parts
Cold September brings the oldest longing in my heart
Words are kicking up the dust upwind of where we are

But I love you more, I love you more
Like kick drums on your bedroom door
And I’d throw on some peace of mind
But you still ain’t the salesman kind

Now we’re floundering like foals in brambles in the night
Now we’re poking out our eyes to kill the end in sight
I would rather tell you yes than tell you that I might
I would rather tell you lies than give into the fight

But I love you more, I love you more
Like kick drums on your bedroom door
And I’d throw on some peace of mind
But you still ain’t the salesman kind

Teresa says the start can end in a bad way
And when she sleeps the coyotes scream in her head
Teresa says the time has bled with our own weight
And I can’t find the hands to remind me that there’s nothing in the way

But I want you more I want you more
As if I’ve never said before
And I’ll throw on some peace of mind
But you still ain’t the salesman kind