(even stevens/hillary kanter/greg barnhill)
People talking, think I'm all right
They drank their anniversary glass
A silent moment passed then they
The sky's been gray every day since I lost you
But
I don't know what brought us here
Something in the stars
I'm rollin' out of Bakersfield
My own private hell on wheels
But
Lipstick on his collar and a trace of cheap perfume
He
You have worn a path
Right up to my heart
You come
One, two, one
Came out west together with a common desire
Fever
Well, I was born full speed ahead
I was racin' time