Seems like the other day My baby went away She went away 'cross the sea It's been two years or so Since I saw my baby go And then this letter came for me It said that we was through She found somebody new Oh, lemme think, lemme think, what shall I do?

(Baby, hold on) Keep holding on Hold on to me Hey, it might never be the same We might never live those days gone by Let's start this over If you still see what I see But we can try

So let’s sit by an English river ‘Til the water runs dry We’re neither saints or sinners So leave your history behind Can we light a cigarette And talk about days gone by? Let’s grab a bottle and take it one day at a time Take it one day at a time Let’s

I finally found my way Said goodbye to yesterday Hit the gas, there ain't no brakes on this lost highway It's independence day on this lost highway So I drive (Drive, drive) Yeah, I'm busting loose, I'm lettin' go Out on this open road

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you Are we still good? Are we still good? The things you do Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above

I'm wounded by dust Where I've been lately is no concern of yours Who's been touching my skin Who have I been letting Shy and tired-eyed am I today When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime You better call for your woman up high And when the bell

Oh oh, oh oh, oh I'm a nineties baby In my eighties Mercedes Feel like a hard-to-get starlet when I'm driving Got them Ray-Ban shades pretty in pink Call me old school but hey It's Saturday night, about time to go Got my white leather jacket and a neon

Hey, hey, hey, hey I wanna see sexy beaches, hotels I wanna go somewhere exotic Let the summer search my body Meet a sexy stranger in the lobby I wanna jump into the deep end Get lucky like the number 7 Treat every day like a vacation Sexy beaches, hotels

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

For a long teenage goodbye Take me anywhere the wind blows No use crying, we're not thinking 'bout tomorrow We drug out those summer nights So let's go flying It was the start of the summer and the days were getting hotter, yeah 18 was just around the