Two hearts. Throwing off sparks. Young and in love with. Our freedom. Moonlight,. Those soft, southern nights. We were both ripe to fall.. . I was. Out on my own.
Two hearts. Throwing off sparks. Young and in love with. Our freedom. Moonlight,. Those soft, southern nights. We were both ripe to fall.. . I was. Out on my own.
Oh, he makes his life as a carpenter. He works his hands in wood. And he lives the way his granddad. Might have liked and understood. He goes to work each morning.