Black Sheep

Sometimes I'm riding high in the rusted sky

Sometimes I sit right here miles off from anywhere

Some days I'm a black sheep, baby

Suddenly I'm elegant as evening

Most of the time, I'm on the ride

I remember waiting by the phone pining away the nights alone

A tarnished coin into the slot, my number lost in your coat pocket

Some days I'm a black sheep, baby

Suddenly I'm elegant as evening

Most of the time, I'm on the line

Ooh a black sheep, black sheep dark as thunder

Ooh evening, evening is harder still

And I am on the line and the line is rusted blue

I am on the line and the line is rusted blue

Rusted blue, rusted blue, rusted blue