My folks own the land round here. And our big old house now for some fifty odd years. We'd all seen a few rough days. But I never dreamed I'd watch it all get swept away.
I hear a lot of stories. I suppose they could be true. All about love. And what it can do to you. . Highest risk of striking out. The risk of getting hurt.
I see so many golden women. When they walk their feet, don't touch the ground. How I want, how I want to deserve you. . But me, I'm always out of rhythm.
Let this be the last time, let this be the last time. Let this be the last time, let this be the last time. I have no guts, I have no pride. My heart is weak, my love is blind.