Oh-we-oh, my love say no, that you can let me in. Oh-we-oh, my love say no, that you can let me in. . Oh-we-oh. Driving through the city as I look out through the window.
(Dennis Matkosky/Paul Gordon). . Driving through the city. As I look out through the window. Wonderin what it's like to be sleepin' on the outside. Watch me take a picture of the place that I grew up in.
When I stand before you shining. In the early morning Sun. When I feel the engines roar. And I think of what we've done. . Oh the bittersweet reflection.
Now baby who's to blame. You keep my picture in a frame. Without room to move. . Now show me the man. That could fit into your plan. Of a faultless love.