Paul Sachs: MUSIC and ViDEO

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68 Skylark

words and music by
Paul Sachs

She could blow your mind dancing
on that dirty kitchen floor
with her bleach blond curls
that were naturally brown
but she don't dance anymore
she used to drive around in a 68 Skylark
a car she'd never clean
I use to tell the world I loved her
but it was easier to cry at seventeen

We drove from New York to Nashville
without a license or a care
she would stand in the road
blowing kisses at cars with the wind in her hair
and that road went on moving into forever
now she's just a dream
we used to kiss on
crowded sidewalks
but it was easier to cry at seventeen

through all the lonely towns
we shared our hand me downs
but farther on we lost are way
and soon I longed for home and she went on alone
but it was easy back then to blow away
blow it all away

now I'm making a living
and the years roll on by
and the way that I love
is the way that I live
and the way I'll die
I saw her once in a bar on Long Island
she still looked like a queen
but I kept hello in my heart
it was easier to cry at seventeen