So you lit her cigarette. You're feelin' pretty good. You think you've got a shot. Most girls you probably would. Yeah this is that kind of place. But she ain't that kind of girl.
Here's the thing about your memory. It could be a thousand miles. It could be as many days. But when it's sweeping over me. I'm so powerless. It just caries me away.
Down, down, down. Down, down. Down, down, down. Down, down. . Let's hop a train. And stow away down in Mexico. And on the way as music plays. We'll let our beards grow tall.
(Tom Shapiro/Tony Martin/Mark Nesler). . Here's the thing about your memory. It could be a thousand miles. It could be as many days. But when it's sweeping over me.