I was down for the count. Down, never out. I was determined. But I couldn't catch a break. Always treading in the wake. Like I was afraid of it. . So I gave up the fight.
Married young, what's done is done. Our hearts and hopes are soft and glistening. We started playing house too soon it seems. Our Swedish furnishings are splintering.
So if you see me coming down the road. I'll be much closer than you'll ever know. 'Cause my vessel snakes beneath the waves. It's a little too late for making me stay.
Now all of the sons and the daughters. Don't want just what comes along. So give them something more. Come on, ooh. . But me and my friends act so crazy.