I got the news just yesterday. Called an old friend, asked him how you'd been?. He said, "The wedding made the front page. You were smiling bright, you were dressed in white.
When we met, love was like a runaway train. Our lives would never be the same after that. Lost hearts searchin' for a place to go. Without consideration, there's no turning back.
I don't have too much to say. About those things anyway. The weather's cold or it's hot. It's either wet or it's not. . I'm no expert on life. I just try to do right.