Broke down, border town, Left it on the causeway, The kind of town with a statue and speedway And a story of a tiny mandolin and fridge magnet elves that shake the living daylights from you A broken back, a quarter back banking on the next game, in some American film on a Sunday Got the feeling that your wedding couldn’t wait And you told me on the phone It shakes the living daylights from you I’ve got a terrible bout of something with my eyes From the mattress or the speedway lights Will I want to hear the sound The sound of William Applegate The sound