Our house, in the dull gray suburbs. Where the buildings are comin' down. We live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the town. I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene.
Eighteen yellow roses came today. Eighteen yellow roses in a pretty bouquet. When the boy came to the door. I didn't know what to say. But eighteen yellow roses came today.
Johnny:. I left my baby east of the Rockies. North of the Rio Grande. West of M'sippi. South of Dakota land.. When you hit Texas. Take Route 33. Turn right at Dreamy Valley.
Never thought I would, find the words that could. Stand up through any weather. Something I could say, you could hear today. But stay with you forever.
I work hard for what I got. Plenty overtime. When I clock out I'm worn and beat down. But still ready to fly. ( here you come with those ). unsteady eyes.