I been more than slightly drunk the last six months
If that ain't bad enough, I'm still fucked up
They say the eyes are the first to go
And the last to know
If they make it through the snow
Gonna leave a note

And it doesn't seem quite right
Singing songs for Jesus Christ
So if your ship don't right itself
Start singing them for someone else
And hanging up your love on the shelf

Start wishing we were a few years younger
And start thinking things we shouldn't think about each other
It takes a month to write a song
Sometimes longer
Three days until you're gone
I guess that's summer

And it never seemed quite right
Singing songs for Jesus Christ
So if your ship don't right itself
Start singing them for someone else
And hanging up your love on a shelf
And hanging up your love on a shelf