Special 20 by Tim Easton Lyrics

Special 20 you hang the moon for me
With your clay red hair and crooked teeth
I walk when you talk and it's no surprise
With your whiplash tongue and hurricane eyes
Special 20, it's no surprise

A man is mostly a fool at best
Like the man who hurt you before
I might be horn-headed and dark-hearted at times
But if you're not mine to hold then I can't stop you if you need to go
Special 20, do you want to go?

You can dance up a storm and I wonder if you're coming home tonight
They'll be down at the quarry and the waters gonna be just right
Special 20 are you coming home tonight

A man is mostly a fool at best
Like the man who left you behind
I might be horn-headed and dark-hearted at times
But if you're not mine to hold then I will listen when you say goodbye
Special 20 did you say goodbye?