The stars begin to fall. Escape is on your bedroom wall -through your window a northern sky.
I wish I could fly, I'll take you to the moon where the sun can't shine through. We'll grow silver apples and golden pears. I know I see you there.
Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself.
He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else.
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door.
I've had you so many times but somehow I want more.
I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while and she will be loved.