I work all night. For one more day that I can say I'm all alone, alone. I just need time. And I will say what I believe and I'll come home, home. And all I know.
"Dear Bobbie,. Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do.. I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes.. Do you remember dancing that night? I do..
Is this just a matter of. Me getting what I needed. Till I was safe upon the other side. Of the international dateline?. And it's just a matter of. Me keeping myself seated.