How do two people like us ever happen to meet. I think about that. Was the timing just right was it that the night was so sweet. I think about that. Was it chemical physical what was the deal.
Would you go with me if we rolled down streets of fire. Would you hold on to me tighter as the summer sun got higher. If we roll from town to town and never shut it down.
We could talk it out all night. Till the morning light. And still not get it right. We could call it by a name. Find a place to lay the blame. And still end up the same.
My momma always told me. Don't you hang around those Williamstown boys. And don't be blind, girl they're not our kind. But she never met Willy McCoy. .