Standing in the back of line
Tell ol’ sister Valentine
Baby, don’t forget to miss me when I’m gone
Heaven help, it weighs a ton
A combination rip and run
And every tear is going for a song
I got you
You belong to me
I got you
Written on the breeze
There’s music in the wine
A melody so fine
I got you
You know I do
Every town is getting worse
Show me, baby, where it hurts
You know I ain’t no doctor, but I’m kind
Crack it open, take a look
Somewhere in that crazy book
Something, something, seek and ye shall find
I got you
You belong to me
I got you I got you
You belong to me
I got you
Written on the breeze
Combination please
Hand over the keys
I got you
Written by Mike Mattison