My friend
Won't you take me with you
We can feel the heat of the sun

As we drive westward

Show me
What it's like to be your man
Are you bothered by the little things
And I should know them

Well, have you ever known me
Mrs Kennedy
The whites of your eyes shone brightly
I should tell you
My American tennis shoes
Are wearing so thin from years with you
Years spent with you

Hello
Mrs Ken, I'd like to say a little something
I hope that you're listening
I hope this line is breaking on

Let's take a trip to
Won't you bet the sea floor's calling
And we're falling
Yes, we're falling
From grace

Well, have you ever known me
Mrs Kennedy
The whites of your eyes shone brightly
I should tell you
My American tennis shoes
Are wearing so thin from years with you
Years spent with you