I've stowed away everything in boxes and old spaces
Trying to keep my senses
The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in the front seat
Faking a life in the fifties
It's not that I lied
It's just hard to say that I tried
I just think it's about time that I stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes

The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in the front seat
Faking a life in the fifties
I just think that it's about time
I just think it's about time that I stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

The Fifties song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain