In the songs that I write I always seem to write you just out of sight, and I always seems to be chasing you
Down a one way street toward a dead end that we never can seem to reach, and I don't care if I ever catch you
And hey sweetheart take a look at me, what is it you see? Am I someone who can make you happy
And hey darling but your heart at ease, with me your free in your soulmate of a city
You drive me crazy
In the dreams that I have she's got polka-dot kicks and she can kick my ass, and I don't even have to let her
And the letters that I write to her are like a middle school romance but with a far worse use of words
And hey sweetheart take a look at me, what is it you see? Am I someone who can make you happy
And hey darling but your heart at ease, with me your free in your soulmate of a city
You drive me crazy