The Real Thing - Badlees

They met up in Rockport 
Where the moon rose early 
And the days were short 
And the miles between were 
Still too many to mention 


The Blue Ridge rides at starfall 
Oh, the epic scope of it all 
Those days before 
The double-edged blade of contention 

CHORUS 

Sometimes passion's 
Like a cigarette 
Burning clean out 'fore 
It really takes wing 
But you always fly high 
For a little while 
When you think you've 
Got the real thing

He moved in for the long haul 
The '81 Hog, the guitar and all 
They got an apartment, 
A conversation piece 

But the big spark dimmed substantial 
You know it's always financials 
That give the portrait of happiness 
It's nasty crease 

CHORUS

Sometimes they'd find common ground 
Some days he'd run to where 
He couldn't be found 
A ride in the pines can truly inspire 
The need for a soul to come clean 
From a waning desire 

He laid there deciding 
What side of a man 
Should come out of hiding 
While she laid there, 
The key to his conventions 

She had brought some changes 
But how could he pretend 
With all these empty pages 
And the miles to go, 
Still too many to mention

CHORUS

Do you think you got the real thing