We were young,
And none of us know quite what to
Looking out
To the hills, to the setting sun,
I feel a
At times the woman deep inside me
Wanders far from home,
And
If these old walls
If these old walls could speak
When I was a younger
I used to dream a lot
Staring
Shoulder to the wheel
For someone else's selfish gain
Here
Laura loves her little family,
And she's the kind of woman
(Ohhh....)
Let me say once more that I love you,
Let me
There are two of me
One does the right thing,
One cannot
I'm laying it all out on the table,
I'm telling you
One Had vision
One came bringing its doom
One saw napalm
One heard
I went to see my sister.
She was staying with a