I was rasied the Northern way. and my father had a Northern name. I did my crying out in the pouring rain. And a season turned into another one. I found a heart bright like the morning sun.
Babe it? s time to tell me that it? s over,. Tell me that it? s over, it? s plain to see.. And this time we won? t be starting over,. No crying on your shoulder into the heart shaped sea..