Nights with lights strung around bars
Ashes of smoke in a burned out jar
One point five liters of Woodbridge reprieval
Upheaval in a heart gone wild.
You say Patty sings and speaks for you
While her words hold so much truth
There are meanings found in everything
When searching in the dark.
We fought too hard to end up here
You sitting there
And me sitting here
Both in the air
One hundred miles apart
You within and
Me without
Let's build an airplane; fill in the cracks
With gold from the stars and grace for the past
This is a story that belongs in a song
You are the Johnny to my June.
We fought too hard to end up here
You sitting there
And me sitting here
Both in the air
One hundred miles apart
You within and
Me without
Maybe you'll forget to remember to forget me.