Letras
All these noises ringing in my head
The street lights watch my footsteps
Follow me to bed
Both our hearts beat in and out of time
I said that I'm not perfect, you said:
"That's the perfect kind."
We've been chasing each other all year
Fools like us are always running into mirrors
The leaves fell off the apple tree a couple weeks ago
The sun drifts in and out of sleep
The rain clouds turn to snow
The floorboards in this empty room
Sine like an old rusty spoon
John Prine on the stereo
Tell me where to go...
