CRAZY ARMS - Ray Price - version(Written by Ralph Mooney & Charles Seals©)Now blue ain’t the word - for the way that I feelAnd a storm’s brewing ...n - this heart of mineThis ain’t no crazy dream - I know that it’s realYou’re someone else’s love - now you’re not mineCrazy arms - that reach to hold - somebody newFor my yearning heart keeps sayin’ - you’re not mineMy troubled mind knows soon - to another you’ll be wedAnd that’s why I’m lonely - all the timeSo please take the treasured dreams - I. Granted, we appear to come from opposite sides of the spectrum on some things..." On many things," Vanlo corrected immediately.Lanno smirked slightly, but quickly suppressed it. "On many things, then. And I know we likely will never agree on those points. But perhaps we can be a little less confrontational with each other." I can make no promises. I am an old man. I am set in my ways. I will not change. I cannot. This is what I know and what I will carry to the grave with me."Lanno sighed. Her publication record was better than mine, even though she was younger. And she had already established her reputation at a world-class university.So, I asked the clichéd question, “What is a smart girl like you doing in a place like this??” I mean Farmingdale isn’t exactly Cambridge, Massachusetts.She smiled a little embarrassed and said, “I wanted to try someplace different. Preferably on the other side of the world.” I didn’t push it.I said, “Well then; let me show you one of the many fine. I loved you and wanted you, so if I kicked you out, what did I get out of it? Just a salve on my pride. Although I did kick that bastard in the balls later though. I didn’t have any problem with destroying those. Your brother got a couple of black eyes as well, just as an object lesson about schoolboy pranks – and to make me feel better.”I made a balance with my hands. “I’ve always known you were a slut, but there was the possibility that you loved me enough, so I had to look at the scales..