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
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's
Sometimes you've got to go back
Sometimes you don't know why
Sometimes
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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