She gets her things together, puts them by the door.
She
Standing at the crossroads
Taking a long look at my life
Wondering
We met in a honkey tonk with sawdust on the
No one dreams in this ol' town, no more
They don't
When the moon is bright
on a Satruday night,
there's a thousand
(Bill Douglas/Noah Gordon/Henry Paul)
The word I've heard is you're a
She hasn't done a thing that really has to mean
Stone by stone, beam by beam
Hand in hand, we built
You're the kind of woman,
I've been dreaming of
But I never
I'm lyin' beside you,
Just thinkin' 'bout us.
Too tired to go