We were somethin', you and me. Yeah, we had 'em rollin' in the aisles. We got it right once, didn't we. We had our shot and missed it by a mile. . Forget the bitter end, can you remember when.
Well the note said, "You've had time to think about it". Looks like to me you're feeling kinda crowded. You're not looking for anything permanent here.
(Charlie Black/Phil Vassar). . I drove up from a rivertown it was late September early October. Thought maybe I could clear my mind and see the leaves turn red.
Fat cats just getting fatter. Linin' their pockets, what does is matter?. All I want is an honest wage. A piece of ground where my kids are safe. . Eighty bucks to fill my truck.
In the spring I dreamed of summer. To feel the sunlight on my skin. But in the heat I'd start to hunger. For that autumn chill again. . I always spent my time.
Sometimes I forget, then I remember. Sometimes I hold on, then I let go. Sometimes I fight, then I surrender. Losing you's been harder than you'll ever know.
My moment of need was my finest hour. But all I needed was someone. To make me turn myself around. I could see by the way we never talk. And how we're always separated by the room.
We were somethin', you and me. Yeah, we had 'em rollin' in the aisles. We got it right once, didn't we. We had our shot and missed it by a mile. . Forget the bitter end, can you remember when.
Daddy put in his forty years. Got his gold watch and then they sent him home. I never knew what a struggle was like 'til I cried tears on his stone. He was just a cog in their wheel lived and died on the layaway plan.
Ain't got a BMW. I've got a truck note overdue. I ain't a millionaire it's true. But I got it all when I got you. The rich man's got nothin' on me. No, there ain't anybody.
I guess, I gave myself to someone. Maybe a time or two. Well, I tried, I went through the motions. What was I supposed to do. . Well, I spun my wheels.
It's been three days, two hours and a minute. Since she blasted off breaking every speed limit. As fast and far away from me as she could get. Well, she said, "You'll straighten up one way or another.
So much for finishing what we started. But don't take it personal if I'm not broken-hearted. Well, I've had enough, I'll sleep you off. Your memory ain't so tough.
122, 59 Oak Drive. Rolls off my tongue like a nursery rhyme. Wooden numbers on the front of your house. Where we fell in love. . Little things they stick in my mind.
Bad move, baby I let you in. You're a tattoo under my, under my skin. And I can't wash it off. It's a permanent mark. . I try to let it go, I try to chill.
We were 18 and 19. And paired off on Saturday nights. Down in the basement a big killer stereo. Dimmer switch on the lights. Jane was a dancer, and Paul was a drummer.
Well, maybe lately I've been. Acting a little bit strange. And maybe there's. A few things I need to explain. . So what if I call you at work for no reason.
What's become of our two hearts, lately we just play the parts. We say the lines but there's no spark. We never miss a cue but it's a passionless walk-through.
Last night I tried so hard to sleep. I counted half a million sheep. And my whole life passed right before my eyes. I pondered on the universe. . It only went from bad to worse.
So much for finishing what we started. Don't take it personal when I'm not brokenhearted. I've had enough, I'll sleep you off. Your memory ain't so tough.