Even though we can't turn back again
My eyes, they remain closed
I'll take one more for the road
My heart, it must be real, I'm told

Shiny loot, some plastic boots
A BandAid on your nose
I think perhaps my memory's false
But my mind, it must be real, I'm told
Real, I'm told

Scratched up cars at rural bars
May I take one of those to go?
But perhaps I am just cold
But if it stops us getting old
All jokes aside I found my home
So our love it must be real, I'm told
Real, I'm told

Real, I'm told
Real, I'm told
Real, I'm told