here I go again...

 

the moon is not so full

but the night air

is cool and sweet

like I remember it

 

one hand on the wheel

tied to the fight

 

the other sailing

on the night wind

like a bird's wing

freed for the flight

 

if I weren't on the lam way back when

would you have loved me like you did back then?

 

my life's a funny thing

 

--it seems the moment I sit down to enjoy the ride

the wheels just stop goin' 'round because my lover can't afford the drive