We pulled out on 65 To Birmingham on a Tuesday night With your broken leg and favorite song ‘Julie, Julie’ we sang along
And our tired eyes pulled up the drive Could hear the phone ring on the other side Of your front door that your hands made She was so surprised we came
And we talked about babies names Halloween in the pouring rain I fell asleep on the couch Through the walls you kissed a mouth And I know what it’s like
Because everyone that I know Every place that I go Every story that I’m told Its love Its love It’s love that we’re looking for
There’s an outcry in the streets Where the outcasts walk the beats And all the widows and black sheep lay their souls down low to sleep And I can hardly find the means For all the words I mean to speak But still this fire inside of me Seems too much for me alone to keep But now the writing’s on the wall Forgotten Krylon cans Will you send a prayer for me? Will you help me to stand? Because I know what it’s like
Because everyone that I know Every place that I go Every story that I’m told Its love Its love It’s love that we’re looking for