Song by Opening Lyric #2

Look at the stars/Look how they shine for you

_____ I need somebody/_____ Not just anybody

A bottle of white, a bottle of red/Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely/And you're never coming round

He was a boy, she was a girl/Can I make it any more obvious?

Well, I'm running down the road/Tryin' to loosen my load

Shot through the heart and you're to blame/Darling, ___ ____ ____ _ ___ ____

Busted flat in Baton Rouge/Watinin' for a train

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady/Seamstress for the band

I hear the train a comin', it's rolling round the bend/And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

I don't care if Monday's blue/Tuesday's grey and Wednesday, too

Father wears his Sunday best/Mother's tired, she needs a rest

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?/How many seas must the white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?

Sittin' in the morning sun/I'll be sittin' when the evening comes

Ah it's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark/Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart

A long, long time ago/I can still remember how that music used to make me smile

What's with these homies dissin' my girl?/Why do they gotta front?

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death/I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left

I stay out too late/Got nothing in my brain

Young man, there's no need to feel down/I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground