Well, I've had my fill of this big city. Well, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. So I'm packing up my ride and what's left of my pride. kiss my * goodbye, I'm driving south. . Take me back to Tr
There was a time. There was a place. It was your name. It was your face Well, I was sixteen. I thought I knew the plan. You were my girl. And I was your man Late nights on the phone. Late night