I am up on old
Strawberry Road
Trying to keep my head from spinning
Out of controlHow much love can one heart hold?
You left me wanting more
What can make a house a home?
I'm not so sureEvery morning I wake up
With a little emptiness
I try to fill it through the day
But I must admitWhenever I get to feeling lonely
I put some Jerry on
And drift until I'm goneI let the light come in
Through each one of these wounds
Everything must have its phases
Just ask the moonI look up and laugh and love
And try to lift
I'm doing okay I guess
But I must admitWhenever I get to feeling lonely
I put some Jerry on
And drift until I'm goneI am up on old
Strawberry Road
Trying to keep my head out' the gutter
Out of the coldHow much love can one heart hold?
You left me wanting more
What can make a house a home?
I'm not so sureMmm, Strawberry Road