On a planet not so far away. We were born together. In the beginning there was just you and me. Where we was a star up on a ferry. Suckle on the honey of the Tenessee.
I can't tell you how I feel, but I do. Those things they say can't get to me, but they do. I don't see the sky as blue, as you do. Should I fantasize, there must be some way to love again.