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.