A Sorta Fairytale
on my way up northup on the venturai pulled back the hoodand i was talking to youand i knew then it would bea life long thingbut i didn't know that wewe could break a silver lining
and i'm so sadlike a good booki can't put this day backa sorta fairytalewith youa sorta fairytalewith you
things you said that dayup on the 101the girl had come undonei tried to downplay itwith a bet about usyou said that-you'd take itas long as i couldi could not erase it
and i'm so sadlike a good booki can't put this day backa sorta fairytalewith youa sorta fairytalewith you
and i ride along sideand i rode along sideyou thenand i rode along sidetill you lost me therein the open roadand i rode along sidetill the honey spreaditself so thinfor me to break your breadfor me to take your wordi had to steal it
and i'm so sadlike a good booki can't put this day backa sorta fairytalewith youa sorta fairytalewith you
i could pick back upwhenever i feel
down new mexico waysomething aboutthe open roadi knew that he waslooking for some indian blood andfind a little in you find a littlein me we may beon this road butwe're justimpostorsin this country you knowso we go along and we saidwe'd fake itfeel better witholiver stonetill ialmost smacked him -seemed right that night andi don't know whattakes holdout there in thedesert coldthese guys think they musttry and just get over on us
and i'm so sadlike a good booki can't put thisday backa sorta fairytalewith youa sorta fairytalewith you
and i was ridin' byridin' along sidefor a while till you lost meand i was ridin' byridin' along till you lost metill you lostme inthe rearviewyou lost mei said
way up north i took my dayall in all was a pretty niceday and i put the hoodright back whereyou could taste heavenperfectlyfeel out the summer breezedidn't know when we'd be backand i, i don'tdidn't thinkwe'd end up likelike this