On our way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me
Rollin´ numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city,
In the morning all will see, just how crazy young love can be
On our own away again, don´t get down my darlin´

I´m gonna tangle my face hair, it´s gonna tickle your daughter
3 o´clock and the moaning, they all cry to me,
I´ll be prancin´ around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick,
Look out your window i´m on your street

Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana
Lets pull over, have us a choke
I love to watch you when your dancin´
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in 19, chasin´ stars that are fallin´

Chorus

When that train heads home,
They´re gonna be so gone gone, you aint never gonna see me
Im a gone gone, you aint nothin to me
When they shine them streets, they´re gonna find our song

Chorus x2

I´m on your street, they all cry to me