The Ballad Of The RAA We invariably left the prairies In my heart Since we never moved an inch Does the love grow Home with the wild rose, now Somethings moving out here
We invariably left the prairies In my heart Since we never moved an inch Then you found me Alone on a Friday, now Somethings moving out here
So I'm going over My parents or your dad Rockies or the Great Lakes And my heart pounds as you say
So I'm going over My parents or your dad Rockies or the Great Lakes And my heart pounds as you say
And all these things will past It's the good ones that will last And right here what we've had Is a good thing, it will last
And all these things will past It's the good ones that will last And right here what we've had Is a good thing, it will last