It seems like money,. Is always on our minds these days,. Make more spend more,. Worry how the bills will get paid,. Oh it wasn't that long ago,. But it seems so far away,.
(ed hill/david frasier). (track 3 - time 3: 51). . Without me. Maybe you'd find somebody else. A little wiser. With a lot more wealth. And without you.
She hit the door 6: 55. Sack full of groceries, split down the sides. Can goods scattered all the way to the curb. The look on her face saying, don't say a word.
We will fly, way up high, where the cold wind blows. Or in the sun, laughin' havin' fun, with all the people that she knows. And if the situation, should keep us separated, you know the world won't fall apart.
He grew up pickin' in a chicken wire joint,. Burnin' up the road, from point to point,. Doing Silver bullets, singing "Shotgun Willie",. A five price band and a coal black tele,.
Phone rings 2 a.m.. Oh, no here we go again. It's you on my caller ID. In the middle of a catastrophe. . How many times can your heart break?. I've heard all that I can take.