In Ensenada. We were running. from the things that we knew best. We only took the good and left the rest. In Ensenada. . Out on the border. And we knew.
Whenever I get down. I look to someone else. I need your love to bring me 'round. And so I must confess. I'm guilty. . Of believing you to be. The better part of me.
Laura,. It's not the end of the world. It's just the end of the summertime. . Oh but Laura,. I never promised the world. Just till the end of the summer time.