Lyrics

"dead stars and new cars
through black walnut trees
are shinning and driving by me
tomorrow with borrow from yesterday’s dreams
but tonight’s all we got in between

ain’t it good to be somebody loved

from dust to dust
on an old gravel road
sing cicadas and frogs in the breeze
and she whistles a song that you’ve always known
where the strangers say “thanks” and “please”

ain’t it good to be somebody loved

lead me down the streets that I know too well
I’ll follow and I’ll try not to tell you
where to go where to go where to go
cause the truth is that both of us know

ain’t it good to be somebody loved"