Roy Orbison

I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth. No one could look as good as you, mercy.

I may be a living legend, but that sure don't help when I've got to change a flat tire.