Like a birthday card
From the previous year
The weather in Chayco
Is sparkling and clear
The girl lies in bed
The boy sits in the yard
He wants to talk sleep
But he has to keep guard
She stirs from her sleep
And she calls for a beer
He knows there are none
And pretends not to hear
She hears his breath
Like she’s heard it before
She cuddles her sheets
As he slips out the door
Gone and derailed
The Lonestar train
That could take her away
From sadness and pain
He acts like a saint
But the strain really shows
The boy scouts of America
Taught him all that he knows
Switch to Russian 
