Lost In Her Lips

Trout Fishing In America

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Well, it's early in the morning and I'm looking at the sky.
And I'm thinking 'bout the girl that I left the other night,
Moving down the road I watch the cars fly by.
And like a newborn babe, I cry.
Lovers like no others, we were always side by side,
Walking through the park or hitching for a ride.
And I still remember watching clouds build castles in the sky,
As lasting as the breathing of a sigh.
This song I'm writing you could never be passed down,
This song's for you and me alone.
Well, it's early in the morning and I'm looking at the sky.
And I'm thinking 'bout the girl that I left the other night,
Moving down the road I watch the cars fly by.
And like a newborn babe, I cry.