When you take my hand,. Your face is all I see. And all the walls they go black,. Like a movie scene. My feet start to move,. What you do to the stinolium.
Walkin' down picket fence. Run my hands along the edge and. Music plays in my head. Hear the song before I go to bed when. Stars are bright outside my window.
I know exactly how you feel. It doesn't matter what you say. I see the sun begin to set. And we gotta, gotta get away. I gotta patch of open road. I already miss you with all of my soul.