We're on our way home
Everything has got to be just like you want it to
Thoughts meander like a restless wind
Flowing more freely than wine
The BBC, BB King, and Doris Day
She is standing right in front of me
To the port of Liverpool
Somebody who looks like you
Railman said, "You got the wrong location."
Anyway, you'll never know the many ways I've tried
You looked at me and that's all you had to do
Wearing her high heel shoes and a low-neck sweater
