I was young, very mature but very naive,
Grew up to be foolhardy, go-with-the flow...
Oh the joy
of smiling...
Sweet voice of love
flying in the air...
It takes one to cheer me up
It takes one to make my day great...
Sitting here by the ocean's breeze
I think of you...
We lay underneath the tree,
trying to figure out what we can see...
Why this time is holding my hand,
why it is not ready to pass-by...
Running hard through the high desert plain
Trees and fields passing by like time eternal...
Why do I need him?
He doesn`t need me...
Your love is like
a hurricane...
Tell me you love me-tellme you wish
that things weren\'t like this...
To johnny: (i hope you are proud)
i was away this weekend...