We cried over boys & we laughed over beers.
I wouldn't trade the girl for a song.
She lets me know right where i belong.
Roof top dancing in the summer heat.
New car crash on a one way street.
Strangers moving up to the fourth floor.
Strange, now nobody knows me more.
It's a lullaby, its's a beautiful life.
And it sings me to sleep almost everynight.
So i hold it close, & i hide it away.
That's how i keep it from going astray.
Lose dosen't need a rhyme or a reason to be.
This is the story of you and me.
11:29 PM
