I write you letters, but I don't send themI just
She's got wings that shine so bright.
They keep her up
She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas
There's a tiny house with a little white fence at
I'm in a hotel room in California
Giving it my best
I remember that new pair of blue jeansAnd man
I rode by bicycle past your window last nightI roller
I used to see in black and white
Never something in
Could there be a different endingTo the same old storyCause
(Deana Carter/Wendy Waldman)
Man, look at that rack
Right next to the
I live by the river on the wrong side of
Flowers and wine is what I thought I would find
When
Eddie's got a way of looking at the world through
There are times when my heart is uneasy with fear
The
Out here out on my own
I admit that it gets
» More on Carter Deana