Oh darling, I claim responsibility.   Thought it was one of those silly things T was through with believing   But also true, I blame this awful fate on you   You're so young and so far, what fools we are   But there will always be roads between our homes   And there's an unbroken line from your door to mine      And I said, "Oh darling, I barely know a single thing that I'm sure is true about you, oh what will we do?"   And she said, "Oh baby, now that don't really change a thing 'cause it feels an awful lot like love, ain't that enough?"   Well, oh darling, I've got an ugly selfish streak   But I'm trying so damn hard to be what you believe      There will always be roads between our homes   And there's an unbroken line across four hundred miles and two state lines   There will always be roads between our homes   And there's an unbroken line from your door to mine