They met up in Rockport Where the moon rose early and the days were short And the miles between were still too many to mention The Blue Ridge rides at starfall Oh, the epic scope of it all Those days before the double-edged blade of contention CHORUS Sometimes passion's like a cigarette Burning clean out 'fore it really takes wing But you always fly high for a little while When you think you've got the real thing He moved in for the long haul The '81 Hog, the guitar and all They got an apartment, a conversation piece But the big spark dimmed substantial You know it's always financials That give the portrait of happiness its nasty crease CHORUS Sometimes they'd find common ground Some days he'd run to where he couldn't be found A ride in the pines can truly inspire The need for a soul to come clean from a waning desire He laid there deciding What side of a man should come out of hiding While she laid there, the key to his conventions She had brought some changes But how could he pretend with all these empty pages And the miles to go, still too many to mention CHORUS Do you think you got the real thing Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com