Smoothing the Ride

through gate three and feeling free
I love her and she loves me
in the air into the sky
I will blow away

now I'm home and we're alone
except for the telephone
she walks in all sheepish grin
I wait and listen
and this is what she says

rock this down
rock this down again

and when she feels that it's all hopeless deep inside
he is there to smooth the ride
and though she knows that folks think it's great just to be alive
she don't buy that jive

and while she watched her favorite television show
he checked the color of her eyes
and though he loved her
he felt the tug of compromise

rock this down
rock this down again

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