I’m back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes ‘til they crash
I’m back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes ‘til they crash
I would drive 500 miles and I would drive 500 more
Just to be the man who drove 1000 miles to fall down at your door…
We could just be as is…
At the head of an escalator, outside your lobby, at the other side of the ice rink, after five cramp-packed days—the wait is always well worth it.
I am impressed…and in love.
Vicky: Lainy, he just got fired from the newstand. He needs a place to stay til he can find a new job and get his own place.
Lelaina: Vicky, that’s the American dream of the 90’s, that could take years!