If I was twenty-three years old and you were twenty-two I bet no one would try to run our lives the way they do We take a chance and try romance, be true to one another It don't take us but a few minutes, when we want each other If I was in San Diego and you were in Portland, Maine I'd fly to you lock, stock and bone in hail and pouring rain Over the mountains, through the valleys, coming home to each other It don't take us but a few minutes to get to one another You would write a love song (azchords.com)
