Next To You

You're walking the thin line

Between here and out of control

You kept me in mind

You got the paper cuts to prove it

Your sea sick smile

Screams sweet nausea

'76 was a good year for me

It's been uphill since then

Don't cry or stop to wonder why

We crashed out the thunder

On the floor down from the ceiling

It was nice waking up next to you

Then you crossed the line

Between here and out of this world

You blow my mind

Like a colt '45 every time

Don't cry or stop to wonder why

We crossed out our thunder

On the floor down from the ceiling

It's been nice waking up next to you

Don't cry or stop to wonder why

We crossed out our thunder

On the floor down from the ceiling

It's been nice waking up next to...

You...

And our sea sick smiles

Screaming home sweet home.