I get by on wishful thinking that when you come home you'll want to stay.

I've had some interesting stuff happen to me - so why doesn't anyone ask me?

I close my eyes and it's so real and all at once I know just what I feel - And baby it's the kind of rush that terrifies.

His heart is kind and those big hands are soft. He speaks a language that can change what I believe.

My money's riding on this dark horse, baby My heart is sayin' it's the lucky one And its true color's gonna shine through someday If we let this Let this dark horse run

I'm a reasonably articulate individual.

Nothing lasts forever but we always try, and I just can't help but wonder why we let it pass us by