I march across these city lines with nothing but you on my mind. Baby what am I suppose to do now? With you on my mind I keep running into the streets screaming your name(I march across these city lines) Honey I'm all mixed up in you!(Mixed up in you) I saw your face all over Times Square, I heard your voice by Old Faithful, I felt your touch at Mount Rushmore. Just one look at you(One look at you)turned me crazy(turned me crazy)You're thousands and thousands of miles away from me, but I always feel(Always feel)like I'm right next to you As I sit up in a old oak tree you don't ever leave my mind. I can only draw your pretty face. Your eyes, your lips, and your perfect hair(I'm marching across city lines with you on my mind)If only you could get out of my head.
December 7, 2011