No, that wasn't really you, no, that wasn't really me. We were just making movies. Those were two people we pretended to be for a while. We were just making movies.
One, two, three, ya. . Playing dead on the unmade bed. With the book unread and the New York Times. Undone in my head over those words. I said to that love of mine.
Just before the old man's eyeballs fixed. He went pale as an Eskimo. He said, "Young man, I've been eighty-six. But young man, before I go. . I'm gonna leave you with a piece of advice.
Cold grey sky, I don't stand a chance. There's a naked branch out the window and I. Feel that bitter chill, makes my heart stand still. Something 'bout a cold grey sky.
Sometimes love is just a cheap guitar. Good for a trip to the beach or a bar. Not what you'd go at the show by far. Baby, this love is just a cheap guitar.
I used to work in an ice cream shop. Sugar cone with a cherry on top. This girl, she had a pretty face. I think her mother might have owned the place.
Only a month gone by. Now, and rumors start to fly. Well, I heard your name. And I felt so defenseless. . Now, we're one on one. In the light of the setting sun.
I just can't keep going along. Making believe nothing's wrong. It's wrong and it's always gonna be. . Nothing you did in any way. Nothing you said or didn't say.
Lost in the conversation. It was hard to say goodnight. Standing at the station, tossing it all around. Easy as the rain came down. . Both of us were used to losing.
Young and free, young and free. How I feel in your company. If only yesterday I've hesitated to say. What would be come of me. Young and free, young and free.