Darren Melrose:
Well, did she make you cry
Darren Melrose:
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
Darren Melrose:
When you look over your shoulder
Darren Melrose:
Listen to the band, they're playing just for me
Darren Melrose:
We've been through Some things together
Darren Melrose:
I can't seem to face up to the facts
Darren Melrose:
Still you're hoping that she's well spoken
Darren Melrose:
High up in the sky the sun glows
Darren Melrose:
You know sometimes, I don't know why
Darren Melrose:
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Darren Melrose:
See the lights of a neighbor's house
Darren Melrose:
You'd think by now that I would've known better
Darren Melrose:
Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
Darren Melrose:
Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha)
Darren Melrose:
What makes them sparkle?
Darren Melrose:
I stand before this faceless crowd
Darren Melrose:
There is no sense in pretending
Darren Melrose:
Did she mention my name just in passing
Darren Melrose:
They say we're young and we don't know
Darren Melrose:
Home is where I want to be
Darren Melrose:
Little darling
Darren Melrose:
I read bad poetry
Darren Melrose:
Hello, yeah, it's been a while
Darren Melrose:
Why can't you see
Darren Melrose:
All of my life I've been waitin' in the rain
Darren Melrose:
Wake up the dawn and ask her why
Darren Melrose:
People are talkin', talkin' 'bout people
Darren Melrose:
Every time I think about back home
Darren Melrose:
Baby I got your number
Darren Melrose:
You say it's your birthday
