Written by stevie nicks. To be the last to leave The last to be gone...
Here's a chance to show you how I feel A chance for you to see...
Come and give me that wildfire The uncivilized sound that I love The primitive ragga...
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe...
Guess mine is not the first heart broken My eyes are not the first to...
we are not together here though we lie entwined to...
summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall...
hey love is that the name you're meant to have...
I died in a car crash two days ago was...
nightfall we're brushing past your town destination not you my...
strange how you know inside me I measure the time...
it's desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my...
why am I walking barefoot upon this road with no...
so far so good you're coming to the bend at...
I'm at your back door with the earth of a...