Walking along beneath the lights of that miracle mile
Me and
Well, in the town where I was raised
The clock ticks
Starin' out into the wild blue yonder
So many thoughts to
Jack and Diane painted a picture of my life and
We had a dog named Bocephus livin in the front
Saw him sittin on a sidewalk in Fresno
Braided hair and
Friday night butterflys
LIke clockwork they'd arrive
A little chill
I knew I could never hold that girl
She was born
Suntanned toes ticklin' the sand
Cold drink chillin' in my right
