Promising Grey Day

Eighteen and flying, Like every great American Slept until sundown And baby you were wild enough for me Rolled the night over In my '72 Nova Mexican rain on my Tijuana vinyl beer stain Watching the sunrise Lightening in your lazy eyes And all this time you never let me down I had a dream That made me move to New York City Cause I wasn't about to About to let this magic slip away But he did anyway He was kind of illusive that way Like clouds on a promising grey day The beaty of my life A moment that's long gone But so much a part of me Oh, how I wish it weren't history I wish it weren't my future Rolling, rolling my way Like clouds on a promising grey day