June

All packed up with no where to go, a thousand miles with only one show and just enough gas to get us nowhere My expectations were simple and few--next year
I think I'll spend a day in June with you-I know we all think differently--different reams for different reasons but I think it should be alright for friends to disagree everybody's telling me what I ought to do-next year
I think I'll spend a day in June with you--I've made so many friends along the way
I told you all about them on the phone today.
My back is sticking to the seat my heart is sticking to my dreams I guess I'm just gonna sit back and try to enjoy the ride--My eyes are on the road--my mind is somewhere else sometimes
I'd rather spend some days all by myself--in a crowded room with no one to talk to--next year
I think I'll spend a day in June with you.