(Z. Muth) 
I was a junk store queen, you were the king of the rusty old machine True grit and time on our hands Basement apartment we carried everything worth anything wherever we went It was not much, it did not weigh us down I fell in love with the road and the racket You fell in love with a rich girl who took off packin’ Now you’re back with a real job and what the clean-cut folks call a real life And I’m laughing just to keep the tears from my eyes 
What now? You just come back to impress me? Show up in your two-ton truck and turn the key Of that four-by-four with the double doors That you paid too much for 
Chorus: But it’s just a little too shiny for me Yeah it’s just a little too shiny for me Too shiny for me 
You ain’t haulin’ horses, you ain’t haulin’ hay 
You just haul your heart down to the bar at the end of every working day Hard work and a heart that’s true, no one would know half as well as you do That good luck and good timing don’t make a good man out of you There’s gotta be something else to get you through 
And now, you don’t have to come back and impress me This whole world is your diamond, and babe you’re just chippin’ away Fillin’ up holes with glitter and gold And all the things you paid for with the dreams that you sold 
Chorus: But it’s all just a little too shiny for me Yeah it’s all just a little too shiny for me It’s all just a little too shiny for me Too shiny for me