When Harry met Bob. Bob was an anarchist. Harry had a job. Working for the government. . Married to the M.O.D.. Bob, he chose Adidas. Harry found God.
GOIN HOME (Mind the Gap). . - Mary Chapin Carpenter. . This morning I work up with the feelin that Id been away too long. All this blacktop runnin underneath my wheels makes me feel too gone.
The story of our lives don't begin the day we're born. It takes years to really open our eyes. Some people never find just what they're writing for. Never find the perfect opening line.
Girls like me arent hard to find. We grow like roses on the vine. We wear our hearts on our sleeves. You probably know a girl like me.. . We live alone and in our heads.
Could there be a different ending. To the same old story. Cause you're not the first to say. You're gonna be there for me. I need to know what's in your heart.
Join the cubs, see the world. Pay your subs, meet the girls. Sell your toys be reborn. They love a boy in uniform. . 37 wasted years. Closeting his greatest fears.
I used to see in black and white. Never something in between. Waitin' on the love of my life. To come into my dreams. . Everything in shades of gray. Never any blues or greens.
I'm fallin' for a small town southern girl. She's got me goin' where I told myself I'd never go. Oh, I really oughta play it cool. Or maybe I'm just loves fool.
Last Sunday we got in the car and we drove. To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home. The trees were just turning, up on the ridge. And this was your valley when you were a kid.
I rode by bicycle past your window last night. I roller skated to your door at daylight. It almost seems that you're avoiding e. I'm ok alone but you've got something I need.
She was just a girl, a girl named Katie with a suntan. A golden smile and no plans, sittin' by the pool with her girlfriends. It was just the end of one of those summers that was endless.
I remember that new pair of blue jeans. And man your boots sure did shine. You had on my favorite cologne. I knew what was on your mind. (bridge). you picked me up in that mustang.
I don't really know how I got here this time. I was only just following orders. Listening to the voice in my mind. Saying steer clear of margins and borders.
I'm in a hotel room in California. Giving it my best to give you up. I'm leaving on a jet plane to New Orleans. You and me, we didn't see it coming. .
Sun goes down and says goodnight. Pull your covers up real tight. By your bed well leave a light. To guide you off to dreamland. Your pillows soft your bed is warm.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful. But the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go. Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!. . It doesn't show signs of stopping.
She's got a heart. She's got a heart like Memphis. . She's Georgia honeysuckle sweet. Smiles at strangers on the street. Remembers everybody's name. Calls her momma every day.
There's a tiny house with a little white fence at the end of Tucker Road.. Where a baby girl and her mother lived, many years ago.. Pretty as a Princess in thrifty nickel clothes..
Outside another yellow moon. Has punched a hole in the nighttime. I climb through the window and down to the street. I'm shining like a new dime. . The downtown trains are full.
She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line. In the back of a Dodge in the summer time. Her momma named her Indiana like their license plate.