Through the back window of a '59 wagon. I watched my best friend Jamie slippin' further away. I kept on waving 'till I couldn't see her. And through my tears, I asked again why we couldn't stay.
Through the back window of our '59 wagon. I watched my best friend Jamie slipping further away. I kept on wavin' till I couldn't see her. And through my tears I asked again, "Why we couldn't stay".
I've got pictures and letters and a few other things you left behind.. I'm surrounded by memories, I can't erase from my mind.. Yet I don't know where to start. Nobody said it would be so hard..