Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I've forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees?
I used to be a superhero; no one could touch me, not even myself. You are like a phone booth I somehow stumbled into, and now look at me - I am just like everybody else.
You're trying to fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling, and falling is like this.
I was supposed to be cool about this, yeah, I remember - cool was the plan. Tried to keep it all under wraps, but the wraps kept going slack. I keep turning round, I keep coming back.
And thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.
The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.
A little bird told me that jumping is easy and the falling is fun, right up until you hit sidewalk shivering and stunned.
Subtract out the impact and the fall is all you get. So here's two beers to remember why and three more to forget.