Next to the highway - a noisy place. Will anyone ever want me? Tiny place next to the highway. Could anyone ever want me? I don't have a car; My job pays poor. So much love in my heart. Looks as if I may have lost my allure, But I've got much love in my heart.
My appetite for love's voracious. Will anyone entertain me? It's no wonder my bed seems spacious. Could anyone entertain me? Is it possible For two of us To have much love in our hearts? How it would be Fortuitous To find that much love in a heart?
The heat of winter's chill on my face. Burning that's deep in my chest. It's cold and familiar in second place, Knowing I've done my best.
The certain cause for my ambition, To dress an unyielding sadness. Flirting with an absent addition, To simmer away my madness. The curb that I climb Is much too steep To carry that heavy a heart. I'll stay where I stand And just try to keep Love in that heavy a heart.
Away from the highway - a quiet place. Will I ever find my true love? Majestic and far from the highway. Could I have had my last love? I ride in a plane, My job pays high. Still so much love in my heart. At least I'll be sure of my place in the sky, With all this love in my heart.