Letras:
Rick Springfield Beginnings

Speak to the sky when ever things go wrong and you know you're not talkin' to the air, to the air and the world will look better from up there Speak

Tears subsiding Michael lifts A gun up to his head Sorry for the part he played In making Maggie dead As he pulls the trigger, And he feels the hammer

If only we talked it out a little more You might never have gone away If only I tried Instead of making for the door You'd be loving me still today And

Hey look what you've done Ain't cha ever going to help me Cause now your love's the only one I tried so hard to break it Now that I'm loving you 1200

Well I took Annie out To see a show But the music that played Was too slow And I knew If I was going to make any ground I'd have to get some place Where

I was born in the Southern Land Yeah, a million miles from America And whatever we wanted was just a matter of choosing And I was raised in the Great

I was born in the Southern Land yeah, a million miles from America And whatever we wanted was just A matter of choosing And I was raised in the Great