Sittin' here alone. Thoughts of you run wild. I'm longin' for your touch. Haunted by your smile. No use in tryin' to erase. No one could ever take your place..
CHORUS:. Well, it's a long way to Richmond. Rolling north on 95. With a redhead riding shotgun. And a pistol by my side. Tearing down that highway. Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
Wait, dear. The time is getting late here. I'm all washed up in grace. With faint applause. Dressed in a cheap façade. I'm looking for a place I'll never see again.
Chorus. Every road that I've been down. The only truth that I have found. There's only one thing I can't live without. You. . I was searching for something I thought.
I spent the morning at an old friend's grave. Flowers and 'Amazing Grace', he was a good man. He spent his whole life spinning his wheels. . Never knowing how the real thing feels.
I've been trying to break down your walls. But I don't know how to get through. You say that you want me. You say that you need me. But baby, I need more from you.
Mmmmm,. Ohhh,.... . Let me tell ya now. This field ain't ever been plowed. But that don't mean it can't. It just ain't happened yet. But baby, you. Seem ta see past the weeds.
She's out there. Callin' somebody baby. Drivin' somebody crazy. Breakin' hearts just like mine. . She's out there. Lookin' just like an angel. Flirtin' across the table.
All these nights alone without your hand to hold. You still feel so close almost like a ghost. . And I see you and I miss you. . Every little sigh the taste of the tears you cried.
Standin' here, on this old familiar porch. I know this welcome mat ain't meant for me. I can't believe you even opened up the door. You always were much too kind to me.
All these nights alone. Without your hand to hold. You still feel so close. Almost like a ghost. And I see you. And I miss you. . Every little sigh. The taste of the tears you cried.
And I wish it was sweeter, the taste of your mouth. Because right now it hurts too much to be. Closer than this and with one hard look. I can tell that you've had enough of these useless sunsets.
Standin' here on this old familiar porch,. I know this welcome mat ain't meant for me.. I can't believe you even opened up the door:. You always were much too kind to me..
I can do my best to tell you what it feels like in my skin. You can't really know unless you've gone where he's been. I can give you all the details but you'd never understand.
His feet are dirty. And his face, his face is long. And while he's peeking out. Through his hair, he hides the pain. Till that Lennon song comes along.