One hour ahead of the posse. the bloodhounds are hot on my trail. last night I shot my sweetheart. this morning I broke out of jail. . my Pinto is tired and hungry.
I locked my doors, the sun went down. Said goodbye to Boston town. Mass turnpike to Route 15. Take me on down to the New York scene. Thummin' of the tires it sure is pretty.
Seria tão bom fechar os olhos e acreditar que tudo acabou. . Que foi só um engano,. que tudo não passou de um sonho ruim. teimando em se repetir noite após noite, dia após dia..
Now I might be old fashioned,. out dated,. and abandoned.. . I might be starved to the bone,. left alone,. but this city ain't so silent anymore.. . And I confess all my sins,.
Говоря колкото да не заспя.. Вербална кофа, пълна със лайна.. Когато действия не предоставям. С празни приказки задоволявам.. . Ред сълзи, а после ред сополи..