It's never alright. It comes and it goes.. Oh it's always around, even when it don't show.. They say it gets better. well I guess that it might.. But even when it's better, it's never alright..
She drove South I-95 straight though Carolina. She didn't use no damn map to find her way. She pulled off on a state route. Just north of Charlotte. And took mostly county roads the rest of the day.
If teardrops were diamonds. And only mine were used. They could pave every highway. Coast to coast. . And not be close to through. If teardrops were diamonds.
I'll make believe. That the sight of her in my head's seldom seen. And then insist. That I can't still taste the inside of her kiss. With luck and time.
Here I sit all alone. Just a wonderin' why. You must have slipped out. While I was high. I know just how it feels. And I'm not blamin' you. Cause if I had to choice.