Eighteen and flying
Like every great American
Slept until sundown

And baby your were wild enough fro me

Rolled the night over

In my '72 Nova
Mexican rain on my
Tijuana vinyl beer stain


Watching the sunrise
Lightening in your lazy eyes

And all this time you never let me down

I had a dream

That made me move to New York City
Cause I wasn't about to
About to let this magic slip away


But he did anyway
He was kind of Illusive that way

Like clouds on a promising grey day

The beauty of my life

A moment that's long gone
But so much a part of me
Oh, how I wish it weren't history


I wish it were my future
Rolling, rolling my way

Like clouds on a promising grey day