It's about fifteen hundred miles to California,. They'll get there Friday if they leave tonight,. She sneaks out at three thirty in the morning,. Leaves a note so she won't see her daddy cry..
Piercing words, eyes are red. Watched taillights in the rain. Empty heart filled with regret. I know we were both to blame. . And i'm not sorry that it's over.
Last night. I was pouring out my heart like a waterfall to you. And with one kiss. I was a runaway train flying off the track to you. . "I love you" came flooding out.
Whatcha gonna do when the show is over?. Whatcha gonna sing when the song ends?. Yeah, how you gonna cope when there is no closure?. Where you gonna reach when the goal gets higher?.
Where 69 meets 40. There's a single stoplight town. And back when I was really young. Part of that burned down. . On any given Friday night. We'd drive a hundred miles.
Heard you laughing. In a crowd outside a restaurant we used to go to. I caught glimpse that stopped me in my tracks. It took me back. You looked happy.
Hello you long shots. You dark horse runners. Hairbrush singers, dashboard drummers. Hello you wild magnolias. Just waiting to bloom. . There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you.
Ohhhh!. I like your style. I love your smile baby. . Taken my durability. Taken the ability. To push this in the right direction. . See you again. Baby.
Yeah, yeah. . Lip lock warrior only got a story. Her laser-lie is cuttin' you through. Woman, don't you waste it, only wanna taste it. No talk session for you.