Don't wait too long Share every precious moment with me You are the summer and I am the autumn My songs go on when yours has just begun Fall is a lovely time of the year When the leaves turn to golden brown But soon fall is ending and winter is near And

You and me are gone Winter's bitter song You and me are gone, gone away. Every time I see what's written on your mind I turn away and drop my guard Your high horse will be the leader of the blind Tender love and truth aside I'm in possession of so many

Oh yeah, oh yeah Screaming oh yeah 'Cause baby we ain't going nowhere I'll leave it all behind To be with you tonight And everybody's screaming oh oh oh oh yeah I'll turn the music up Screaming oh yeah, yeah

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

Got my diamond earrings And I'm packin' heat so don't disrespect me I'm just so damn flossy And I know what you like There ain't no gangsta like me Imma give it to ya every time Gotta turn you on

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

Hey what ever happened to waiting your turn Doing it all by hand, 'cause when everything is handed to you It's only worth as much as the time put in It all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became automatic Quarter in a payphone

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it