Old Man/Old Lady

runaway

Take a look at yourself
you're a lot like me
Honkey tonk woman
"Sweetie, you can't be
back here right now"
He wanted her
He kept wondering
Knew where she would be
and showed up
All she could think was
a lyric by the Stones
No matter
In February, there will be someone
That's what I hear
Do you ever hear from out there?
It's no fun
Because the word soon, turns
into 18 years