Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree; And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud, I can' t understand I get misty, just holding your hand. Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play, Or it might be the sound of your hello, That music I

There for me And while you're close to me, so close to me Just hold me You are still there for me? Forse qualche giorno poi Il mondo capirà che non molto può capitar E tu ci sei per me senti cosa dicono But you're just there for me There for me, every

I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way Days would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Some of the things I haven't told you Your mom and me just couldn't get along And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll

To love her is to learn her Some things you just can't learn And see her at her worst Dance with her when she's drinking Hold her when she hurts She'll be happy, you'll be sorry Well, that's just how it works You'll meet her momma You'll love her daddy

It's your world and I'm just in it, Ain't no other way to spin it. Lucky me, just being there when I get to hold you. Yeah, I'm just here to love you girl, It's your world, and I'm just passing through. I can hear that rooster crowing down the road, I

Ah ooh, ooh ooh, stranger, stranger In the arms of a stranger, pretendin' it's love Holding her closely, rememberin' your touch And I'm wrapped around your finger, even though I'm knocked up I'm wrapped around your finger, stranger, stranger You know

'Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time Ba-ba-ba-da-ba Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

Send me some lovin' Send it, I pray How can I keep loving you Only when you're so far, far away? Ooh, send me your kisses Why don't you send it, my dear So I can hold you And pretend, yeah, you are here Why don't you send me your kisses?

I won't ever be your cornerstone. Watch her run, can you feel it? I don't want to be here holding on. A single book of matches gonna burn what's standing in the way. Roaring down the mountain, they're calling on the fire brigade. Carry out the pictures

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up