You grew up in the city, High society girl
And even
All I can be is a sweet memory
That drifts
I got money in my pocket and a guitar in
I hear your favorite music on the jukebox
And right away
Well listen dear I think it's clear
We need to sit
You come around most every night
Looking for my heart
Each time
You want to know where we go from here.
So many
When I think about you leaving and being here alone
It's
Verse 1:
I read a note my Grandma wrote
Back in 1923
Grandpa
We had a storybook beginning getting better with each page
Somewhere