if you could read my mind
you'd say baby you were right
and i dont want to fight anymore.
you're usually righter than i am
and i am not a very good fighter.
and my, well neither are you.
so lets be through with this one.
some things never change.
i know you are still my same girl.
built two room frames for pictures that you paint.
lots in monterrey, men across the bay,
right back to my same girl.
how can you be so common.
the truth is that sometimes you live in the eye of the storm.
with everything going on around us.
i feel comfort in the sound when you say it will be okay.
like a star brighten me to the light of the day.
old drums can follow me but not with my same girl.
i built two room frames for the pictures that you paint,
the lots in monterey, and then across the bay,
right back to my same girl