Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Compromise is a two-way streetWhere's the traffic on the other side?when words kill more than just hopeOn the outside looking in
Its already as hard as it seems
But all the miles that separateThey disappear now when I'm dreaming about your faceI'm here without you babybut you're still on my lonely mindI think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT,