The Real Thing Lyrics - Badlees

They met up in Rockport 

Where the moon rose early and the days were short 

And the miles between were still too many to mention 

The Blue Ridge rides at starfall 

Oh, the epic scope of it all 

Those days before the double-edged blade of contention 

CHORUS 

Sometimes passion's like a cigarette 

Burning clean out 'fore it really takes wing 

But you always fly high for a little while 

When you think you've got the real thing 

He moved in for the long haul 

The '81 Hog, the guitar and all 

They got an apartment, a conversation piece 

But the big spark dimmed substantial 

You know it's always financials 

That give the portrait of happiness its nasty crease 

CHORUS 

Sometimes they'd find common ground 

Some days he'd run to where he couldn't be found 

A ride in the pines can truly inspire 

The need for a soul to come clean from a waning desire 

He laid there deciding 

What side of a man should come out of hiding 

While she laid there, the key to his conventions 

She had brought some changes 

But how could he pretend with all these empty pages 

And the miles to go, still too many to mention 

CHORUS 

Do you think you got the real thing