Classic shades cover your eyes.
So black you cannot see through them.
A very lonesome vibrato your voice sings.
Like a single wooper-will on a summers night.
Stronger, Faster, Younger.
In my prime of life.
No use for strife.
More need for a wife.
As I look in the rear view mirror behind me.
The burning red sunset falls behind snow capped mountains.
I cannot help but think of the ones I am leaving.
The one I am with and the ones waiting at home.
Cupid has a funny sense of humor.
Shooting arrows after hearing rumors.
That two people sometimes seem alike.
Loving companions on a lonely night.
In lost caves of forgotten mountains,
happiness softly hibernates.
It lay in its seasonal slumber waiting,
like a sleeping giant ready to awake.
Rain falls on everyone
The same old rain
And I'm just trying to
Walk with you
The old broken limb up high in the oak,
listened as leaf's whispered and spoke.
Pointing their branches and poking fun,
at the broken limb and the years it has hung.
Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
And pray to God I see headlights
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made