[Verse 1]
I really don't know where this story began
My friend Houston had got himself a girl
Swank is her name, she's got the best of him
And he's got the best of her in the palm of their hands

[Chorus]
And they could care less what's coming up
Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own

[Verse 2]
They said this has been motionless orbit flight
Around each other intoxicating their minds
Dancing in the street under suburban lights
They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt

[Chorus]
And they could care less what's coming up
Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own
[Bridge]
Love losing control
So you better hold on

[Chorus]
As they walk together in time
Leaving all us drunks behind
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
But they don't really mind
They're on their own, own