Jimmy was a shadow the youngest of three boys. How he longed to feel the light. Jimmy's older brothers sure could make some noise. So he became the quiet type.
One day shy of eight years old,. When grandma passed away.. I was a broken hearted little boy,. Blowing out that birthday cake.. How I cried when the sky let go,.
It's an old-fashioned feeling. In a world that's gone wild. It's a walk by the river. On a slow summer night. It's the rhythm of love. Everywhere I go.