A couple of young girls went sailing down A1A Into the arms of Florida, sailing down the highway Singing their heads off, protected by the holy ghost Flying in from the ocean, driving with their eyes closed The night wants to kiss you deep, and be on his way Pretend he don't know you the very next day Isn't it hard sometimes? Isn't it lonely? How I still hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me You slide down into the sea from twelve hours on your feet And get the tide to wash you away, thousands and thousands of days And someone you never meet, signs a check you get every week You try and still can't forget all the strangers that you have met The night never owed you nothing anyway Makes promises that he never intends to keep every day Isn't it hard sometimes? Isn't it lonely? How I still hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me Every time, every year, travelers come and go You see them landing with their pale wings and flying back to the snow And the summer comes marching in with his heavy boots on Kicking along the blacktopped sidewalks of A1A The young girls in their bare feet, cigarettes smoking Looking every which way, wishing and hoping And you want the night just to let you sleep and be on his way Wrap you up in some cool sheets and have nothing to say Isn't it hard sometimes? Isn't it lonely? How I still hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me Isn't it hard sometimes? Isn't it lonely? How I still hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me © ALMO MUSIC CORP; ONE BIG LOVE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com