(m. crenshaw). . Stop doing that. Maybe I've missed my chance. To talk to you as a friend. But stop doing that. That's what I'm gonna say. When you and I meet again.
(m. crenshaw). . Starting tomorrow. If this night ever ends. Bring on tomorrow. 'cause I'll be. Heading back home again. And I know I'll feel more alive.
I drew the shades down and locked the door. The telephone rang, I didn't want to know why. On a wind-blown mountain road. I'm driving alone, under the darkening sky.