Cruising down the highway,. Indianapolis bound.. The sun is out, shades are on,. But the gig still can't be found.. As we gaze out of the window,. See fields and barns float up..
I don't wear a tie don't ask me why I feel uncomfortable in one. And I won't wear a suit cause it might take root. And I end up towing one of your lines.
You were twenty five when you split the scene,. Why did you have to go away ?. Prospects were good, you had money to burn,. But you had the curse of the 'J'..