One of us is gonna be here and. One of us is gonna be runnin'. Off alone into a great unknown. . You're not me, you're a model of freedom. All you need are your kicks when you need 'em.
You came with the season as the first swallow sang. A brown headed stranger with a five letter name. We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow.
You say your time has come, you're tired of waking up. Don't be obscene, I can't conceive of living without you. You say you drag me down, no one should want you now.