Тексты песен Eli Young Band

We use to pull off highway 249 Had a cool little place where we'd go hide on a Friday night And get away from the city lights We'd find a little wood and build a fire Sonebody'd always bring a couple

She's got a bumper like a billboard Covered in stickers of her favorite bands She's got a hand full of records that she turns to When she needs to land SHe's a saturday night parade through the street

That's The Way I sit here in my bed, with you in my head, haunting my mind I think of all we had, all the good and bad and all of the times We'd sit down and talk, sometimes till three or four o'clock