"Now my body is starting to quiver And the palms of my hands getting wet. I've got no reason to doubt you baby, It's all a terrible mess. I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless. When I'm breathless I'll run till I drop, hey. The thoughts of a fool's kind of careless; I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block, oh yeah. Light of the love that I found..."
January 1, 1970