I need a miracle
I need a remedy
And so we go back to the remedyClip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lieAnd tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me
I'm on a champagne high.Where will I be when I stop wondering why
I wonder...wonder, who wrote the book of love?
Whoever did? It's endless. Endless love.
Several pages back I said, Now that we've come to the end of our rainbow....But I was wrong. Here we are.
Yep. Sometimes you just have to Turn the Page.
and keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin!
Blame it on the rain, Kaos.
Only when it's raining on Sunday
I love those Sunday mornings when the wife makes love to me slow an easy.
Slow Ride...Take it easy.
Just make sure you don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy. In fact? I'd advise you lighten up while you still can and don't even try to understand.
Don't know about the trains, but the wheels on the bus go round and round.