Somewhere deep in the Midwest. There's a middle aged man in a mid-size car. Driving down the middle of the road. In the middle of the night. . He's in the middle of his mid-life crisis.
Under the castle in the land of snore. Down in the dungeon where the weird are stored. All the different and the outcast sneak back home. After laughing in the bright lights all night long.
Do I dare believe and let love lead my life?. Could I not believe and leave that love behind?. Do I dare believe and let love lead my life?. Could I not believe and leave that love behind?.
I'm dangerously romantic. When the leaves are comin' down. When the air was clear this mornin'. And the frost still on the ground. . When I wore those cozy woolen gloves.
Look what daddy bought her for her birthday. Well, it's idling beside me at the light. And sweet sixteen is fussing in her rear view mirror. Making sure her hairdo looks alright.