Cut across the country
Your hand takes the lead
Shooting stars hide behind the daylight
And when night falls they fall
They fall
So do I
She lives up the street
Tall, thin and old, but with beautiful manners
I'm a man of desire not reason
A sleeping demonstration of sensation
Self control
She lives up the street
All these years
Switching
When the holidays come and pa**
And they're gone three generations
The moments of my past will shrink away
On a couch across the room
In the house where we were born
For the first time she looked old to me
So do I
She lives up the street
Width of the will