Deep in the night she quietly creeps
Sometimes she moans, sometimes
I finally see your face
In my rear-view mirror
With each mile
When your longest night is coming down
When pieces of you
Without your father or your mother
life goes on
Without your sister
I was sitting with Mary
In my dad’s blue Valiant
Maybe Life is curious to see what you would do
with
Johnny took the 4:05 and he rode it
Rode it down
Sometimes you've got to go back
Sometimes you don't know why
Sometimes
It was a stormy night
In Ohio
And the rain was really
Baby King
Baby King
You got to get ready for a Baby
Sleepless nights and senseless fights
Many that I've known
Are proportional to
A little gray around the crown
A little hint of slowing
Baby let's go below the surface
See what we can find
There's
Don't talk to her when shooting stars are falling
Don't
I was driving down Ninth Avenue
As the sky was getting
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