Two tan girls in scanty tops sellin’ bottle rockets for the 4th
five bucks a gross, they’re thick as thieves, smokin’ like fiends
and a motorcycle man is there, he’s got no helmet, he doesn’t care,
but he’d drive that lady of his dreams most anywhere…
thick as thieves, slip aside,
gracefully underline the heart of things,
the reason why we’re here…
dance a step, pirouette,
trace the sweet silhouette, in the centerpiece,
find all the love we fear..Heard a man say, “I have lost my way and paid too great a cost,
I drove away the ones I love to be alone,”
Heard a man cry, “take me home! somewhere where they all know me,”
but he’d burned those bridges such a long, long time ago… CHORUSHere to there is far for me, I climb your memory like a tree,
so I can see to you from me when you’re not there,
love and fear are close for us, we ride that balance like a bus
as far along the way to trusting as we dare… CHORUS
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