Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart?. Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got?. . I get the words and then I get to thinking.
Well, every evening when the news is over. And the moon is a climbing high. I crank up my old pickup trick. And baby, down the road I fly. . Just to find a spot down in the parking lot.
VERSE. Oooh, I guess I knew it would happen eventually. But I was not prepared for the word. No, I was not prepared for the word. No, they didn't give me no warning 'fore they told me the news.