Lyrics:

I cut your hair and now we say we're friends
You're watching a movie with somebody else
And I'm cool with that, at least I'm learning

You got in the backseat of my dumb old car
I wish I could say it's gonna take us far
But it's like you and I, never working

Let's stay here under the covers and never look up
Like that famous image of lovers at Woodstock

Our love's like the matrix in a garbage bin
If we would be real I'd run a holiday inn
With you at the desk, to say good morning

But our first job was selling tickets to
Rude old folk with fancy shoes
Guess they never thought we could make it

Who could blame them, we were kids then never dreamed of
Getting famous and play a stage as big as Woodstock

Someday you'll just another memory
Don't know if I'll remember your name

Let's stay here under the covers and never look up
Like that famous image of lovers at Woodstock
You could paint me in your daydreams, I know I should stop
Thinking someday we'll have something close to Woodstock

Someday you'll just another memory
(Close to Woodstock)
Don't know if I'll remember your name
(Close to Woodstock)