Paroles: Ryan Adams. Jacksonville City Nights. Games.

You ain't but a fire on my sad estate
Burning my house to the ground
High and meadow, oh how she rides me
Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride

A million times quicker than the pain
Ohh games
A million times better than the pain

You ain't but a telegram nobody's sendin'
Nobody sends me but you
High and mellow, slow and steady
Out in the meadow with you

A million times quicker than the pain
Ohh games
A million times better than the pain
Ohh games, games, games