Teksty: Concrete Blonde. Still In Hollywood. Side of The Road.

Talk to me, baby
Say something nice
Talk to me, honey
I need your advice

Never my fortune
Never my fame
I don't wear diamonds
I don't drink champagne

I've learned a lot that I don't want to know
Take me back to where we were so long ago
Take me down easy, take me down slow
By the side of the road

Slow me down, baby
Drive for a while
Pull over, baby
I've put on my miles

We're running and buzzing and talking about
All kinds of things I can do well without

Drive me to where we were so long ago
Bottle of wine and I'm ready to go
Let's have a drink to the car radio
By the side of the road

I can remember
Us laughing in bed
Hung over
Happy and holding our heads

We didn't care about what people said
It's hard recognizing a dream that's gone dead

Feeling my liquor, feeling alone
Nowhere to go, so I guess I'll go home
You were the first and the only one
By the side of the road

By the side of the road
By the side of the road