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Marshall Crenshaw

Marshall Crenshaw

There And Back Again

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(Marshall Crenshaw - Glen Burtnik)

There and back again
Didn't know what I was walkin' into
But when the feeling hit, to follow it,
was all that I could do
Now that I've thought it through
Here alone at the journey's end
I'd gladly go again, take it from one who's been
There and back again
She was wild and I was restless
And our love was true
We were young and time was endless
Everything was new
Driving fast and running breathless
(It) blew my heart away
When I first saw her face
On that long, long gone day
There and back again
Goin' where we didn't dare before
Too much wasn't enough of each other's love
Oh that's for sure
I was just waitin' around
Killing time with all my dead beat friends
That's what I did back then
That was before I'd been
There and back again
She said we should find a highway
Any one would do
And we did not, say goodbye to
Anyone we knew
Hotels and auto graveyards
Under the bright blue sky
On the move, all the time
The midday sun
Made us high
There and back again
Goin' where we didn't dare before
Too much wasn't enough of each other's love
Yeah that's for sure
I was just waitin' around
Killing time with all my dead beat friends
That's what I did back then
That was before I'd been
There and back again
It lasted 'till it ended
That's how it goes
Sometimes things are just over
Everybody knows
Time has made us into strangers
She's lost to me now
But now and then when lights are low
She comes to mind, and I go
There and back again
Didn't know what I was walkin' into
But when the feeling hit, to follow it,
was all that I could do
Now that I've thought it through
Here alone at the journey's end
I'd gladly go again, take it from one who's been
There and back again
There and back again...

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