(written by jim beauhall and s. johns). . Miss june's old gray two-story. Stands at the edge of town. Its weathered boards could use a coat of paint. The shudders need a lettin' down.
Blue, I was beginning to think I'd always be. Blue, skies never seemed to follow me. True, love I never thought I'd find. Blue, was in these eyes of mine.
All this time I've searched for you. Down every road I've travelled. I wove a thousand fantasies. But each one came unravelled. . You've haunted places in my mind.
His eyes could melt her soul. He's makin' all his moves just right. His smile has her longin' for. His touch tonight. . Does he want someone to love. Is this a game she's played before.
Golden hair as bright as morning sunbeams. Eyes of blue that saw into your soul. A smile that could warm a winter's evening. Or touch a broken heart and make it whole.
A little boy not much more than a baby. Found a rose and picked it like a child would do. Proudly he went running to his mommy. And with a grin he said, "Look what me find for you".
Young lovers in a picture frame. Ever notice how there ain't no rain. Nobody hangs hard times on the wall. You won't see it in an 8 by 10. But there's a storm every now and then.
I don't usually talk to strangers. But today this line's unusually long. I really like our conversation. So i guess this is goodbye on second thought hold on.
If it hadn't been for Cotton Eyed Joe I'd been married a long time ago. Where did you come from where did you go. Where did you come from Cotton Eyed Joe.
Hey, hey I'm lookin' at you. Boy I gotta tell you I'm liking the view. Scuff up those shiny boots. C'mon. Hey, hey I'm talking to you. With your tight t-shirt and something to prove.
Got a roof above my head. Shoes on my feet. I've Got air in my lungs. Groceries in the pantry. Well I guess I'd have to say, It's a good day. . Chorus:.
You used to say that we were cut from the same cloth. Ticking on the same clock, something fine. You used to say no fire burned as hot as us. Now youre saying goodbye.
This is all brand new, I don't like this place. The sun can't seem to chase these clouds away. I miss the way it was, I can't believe it's changed. Is there nothing I can do, to make you stay?.
The morning after the night before, I'm still feeling the glow. Is this what they write those songs about, maybe so. Your whispers echo inside my heart, your kiss is still on my lips.
The Wisteria vines were climbin'. Every sunset was a watercolor. Had the promise of a perfect summer. Blue eyed boy with a red TransAm. . We spent hours on his hood just laughing.
Don't tell me if there's ever. No more me and you. Just let me keep on thinking. The grass is green and the sky is blue. . And leave me the sweet illusions.
Shake off the sleep, grab my favorite cup. I'm wide awake when the sun comes up. The mornin' light shares a secret with me. And it's one that's just too good to keep.
Somewhere along the way, we talked to keep it all together. We masked the pain we feel inside, to make everyone else feel better. You wrap your arms around yourself and bury all your sorrow.
So you wonder what it might be like. If we close our eyes and give in. I admit I think about it too. And this ache for you never ends. It'd be easy to just let go.