I was never much at findin' words. To say what's on my mind. Even dare describe what you mean to me. Would take a whole lifetime. . So if it don't come out like Shakespeare.
Her last lonely teardrop fell. Along about nine oclock. His memory was history. Before she hit the parking lot. . She busted through them swingin' doors.
I made five hundred miles in six hours flat. Trying to make up for lost time. I been beatin' a path to your mama's door. To set things between us right.
I ain't told nobody 'bout the trouble I've got on me. Keep my tears to myself so no one in the world can see. No, I ain't let on the truth to a living soul.