It was a wide spot out in the country. Away from the lights of the city. Where an old time preacher pitched a ragged old tent. Looked like it was a hundred years old.
You're the other half of me. You're the eyes through which I see. All alone, I'm only half a girl. That with you I can be. You're the other half of me.
Statues without hearts stones with no feelin'. Playin' out a part never feelin' what we say. Statues without hearts stones with no feelin'. That's what we'll become if we let love get away.
She used to be some, somebody's baby. Used to be some, somebody's girl. She used to be some, somebody's lady. She used to be some, somebody's world. And before you start actin' like the king of the mountain.