Wendy, believe me, I know
I know how it does go
To feel very far from your dreams
From your dreams coming true
And Wendy, I know it ain’t right
To sleep in a strange place each night
And to feel like a ghost in this world
When you’re still just a girl
(But, Wendy/Well)
At that MAPCO just off of I-9
When the light hits your eyes, so divine
I knew you’d forever be mine
So I wrote both our names inside of a heart
On some dirty old truck, idling by