[00:28.26] We pulled out on 65
[00:31.47] To Birmingham on a Tuesday night
[00:34.56] With your broken leg and favorite song
[00:38.34] 'Julie, Julie' we sang along
[00:41.40] And our tired eyes pulled up the drive
[00:44.82] Could hear the phone ring on the other side
[00:48.03] Of your front door that your hands made
[00:51.75] She was so surprised we came
[00:54.72] And we talked about babies names
[00:58.62] Halloween in the pouring rain
[01:01.74] I fell asleep on the couch
[01:05.28] Through the walls you kissed a mouth
[01:09.12] And I know what it's like
[01:12.39] Because everyone that I know
[01:22.92] Every place that I go
[01:29.73] Every story that I'm told
[01:32.82] Its love
[01:33.00] Its love
[01:42.54] It's love that we're looking for
[02:01.20] There's an outcry in the streets
[02:04.95] Where the outcasts walk the beats
[02:08.07] And all the widows and black sheep lay their souls down low to sleep
[02:13.98] And I can hardly find the means
[02:17.97] For all the words I mean to speak
[02:20.55] But still this fire inside of me
[02:24.33] Seems too much for me alone to keep
[02:28.11] But now the writing's on the wall
[02:31.86] Forgotten Krylon cans
[02:34.32] Will you send a prayer for me?
[02:38.28] Will you help me to stand?
[02:40.86] Because I know what it's like
[02:51.54] Because everyone that I know
[02:56.73] Every place that I go
[03:03.18] Every story that I'm told
[03:06.21] Its love
[03:06.39] Its love
[03:16.20] It's love that we're looking for
[03:21.72] Da da da da da da da da…

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
Da da da da da da da da…