Hey girl, you've got a smart way. About you that makes me wish that I was smart enough for you. Hey girl, you've got a fine laugh. And I think that I can get used to that.
She had a history of killing herself. I had a habit of dying. I think she gave me something to live for. I guess I helped her pass the time. . And I had a vision of seeing things straight.
A line of strands to mark the trail,. No one said it would be easy.. . I must admit I'd thought the risk was better waged in younger seasons, all these years in the cold play hell on the throat.
Breathe in for luck. Breathe in so deep. This air is blessed. You share with me. This night is wild. So calm and dull. . These hearts they race. From self control.