Flyin with Huey like he always was
the man at the center of it all
behooving and grooving
like when you met me
down at the grand center of the sand
wake me up now
I must be dreaming
this whole picture
is not what it seemsDriving at night
I gotta get back home
moving and grooving
like an open book
calling you out on the intercom
when we were out shopping
for your mom
far akin to way back in when
phone in a kill
my only one
my only one
my only one
my only one