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Out in the country, Deep in this land
The sun’s going down, Reaching out for your hand
Some may not notice and Some may not care
But he’s got that long lonesome stare
Out on back forty of some pasture land
This cowboy’s been whistling your name out loud
Whistling, ‘cause he don’t know you
Whistling, sure like to know you
Whistling his life away
Still He knows who, you will be
You’ll be everthing he sees, Everything he dreams
All at once you’ll be all he needs
It’s bound to happen, Baby
It’s bound to happen
Out in the city, Deep in this land
The sun’s going down, Holding out for your hand
Some may not notice and Some may not care
But she’s got that long lonesome stare
Up in this highrise of some corporate land
This woman’s been dreaming your name out loud
Dreaming, ‘cause she don’t know you
Dreaming, sure like to know you
Dreaming her life away Still
She knows who, you will be
You’ll be everything she sees, Everything she dreams
All at once you’ll be all she needs
It’s bound to happen, Baby
It’s bound to happen
Well I’ve been to Paris and I’ve been to Spain
But there’s no one around there, That goes by your name
Fools may not notice, Fools may not care
But then there’s that long lonesome stare
Out in this world, still yet to be
These lovers keep searching for someone unseen
Searching, ‘cause they can’t find you
Searching, sure like to find you
Searching their lives away
Still I know who, you will be
You’ll be everything I see, Everything I dream
All at once you’ll be all I need
Everytjing I see, Everything I dream
All at once you’ll be all I need
It’s bound to happen, Baby
It’s bound to happen