Remarkable Similarity
The Jennys/Steven Easterling
I kiss her picture every night
I count my blessings every day
Like a dear caught in the headlights
I'm too dumb to run, and too young to fade away
And when the day turns into night
I put my lips against her face
Like a punk in a school yard fight
I'm too dumb to run, and too young to fade away
Yeah, remarkable similarity
In her heart she's just like me
Got a spunky sense of humor
Put me in the seat next to her
Uh huh, remarkable similarity
In her heart she's just like me
Got a spunky sense of humor
Put me in the seat next to her
She makes my winter seem warm
Her eyes can chase away the pain
Tin man in an electrical storm
I'm too dumb to run, and too young to fade away
I'm too dumb to run, and too young to fade away
fade away...
fade away...
(tin man in an electrical storm) fade away...
(tin man in an electrical storm) fade away...
(tin man in an electrical storm) fade away...
(tin man in an electrical storm) fade away...