Sync Different

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

The freckles on your body look like the milky wayI love it when you touch meWhenever you make me sayMoonchildWhatcha doin’ to meMoonchildCome closerFeels rightYour lips on my shoulderDo you feel me baby?Can you see the signsExactly how you want meYou make me loose my mindWhatcha doin’ to meMoonchildCome closerWhatcha doin’ to meMindfield :Yeah it’s really goingMoonchildGets my body flowingForget the bottomYou wanna be glowingNo MoonchildYou feel negative degreesWearing your heart on your sleevesIt was really meant to beCome back to meAnd when you get out of the showerDrops are running downYou make me wanna stay longerStay over nightMoonchildWhatcha doin’ to meMoonchildCome closerFeels rightYour lips on my shoulderYou make me feel soYou make me feel so