I'm a high wire act, without a net. I'm a tips all in on a losing bet. I"m a minor cord on an old guitar. I'm one too many in a crowded bar. . Don't you wanna fall.
I was headed north on Highway 5. On a starlit Sunday night. When a pick-up truck flew by me out of control. As I watched in my headlights,. He swerved left and then back right.
I wronged my baby. I thought that he was foolin' me. He lied before now didn't he. But I sure miss his company. Don't go yet John. My list isn't that long.