They wouldn't let him playthe opry. with whiskey on his breath. And it didn't take 'em long. To figure out what they missed. He went down that lost highway.
The cover of a magazine. Nothing but paper dream. Just another fantasy for sale. . Telling me what I need. What should I do, who should I be. And that stuff don't matter to me at all.
1986 Harley. Blowing smoke and sucking oil. My daddy said, 'Buy it and you're crazy boy'. You can't tell me nothin'. . It took 2 months to fix it up. And one day to lay her down.
Baby I've been drifting away. Dreaming all day. Of holdng you. Touching you. The only thing I want to do. Is be with you. As close to you. As I can be.