The Real Thing Lyrics

The Real Thing lyrics

(alexander/naydock)

 

 They met up in rockport

 Where the moon rose early and the days were short

 And the miles between were still too many to mention

 

 

 The blue ridge rides at starfall

 Oh, the epic scope of it all

 Those days before the double-edged blade of contention

 

 Chorus

 

 Sometimes passion's like a cigarette

 Burning clean out 'fore it really takes wing

 But you always fly high for a little while

 When you think you've got the real thing

 

 He moved in for the long haul

 The '81 hog, the guitar and all

 They got an apartment, a conversation piece

 

 But the big spark dimmed substantial

 You know it's always financials

 That give the portrait of happiness its nasty crease

 

 Chorus

 

 Sometimes they'd find common ground

 Some days he'd run to where he couldn't be found

 A ride in the pines can truly inspire

 The need for a soul to come clean from a waning desire

 

 He laid there deciding

 What side of a man should come out of hiding

 While she laid there, the key to his conventions

 

 She had brought some changes

 But how could he pretend with all these empty pages

 And the miles to go, still too many to mention

 

 Chorus

 

 Do you think you got the real thing