Right about now. I'm gonna tell you all a little story. I'm gonna make up a story for you. 'Cause I can't think of one that's true. And I'm not sure what you do.
Twilight passes but we're still in dream. She left ashes like a laser beam. White hot flashes and that's what it is. Blindin' my eyes with the sight of her skin.
I'm a workin' man. But I ain't worked for a while. Like some old tin can. From the bottom of the pile. From the bottom of the pile. . I have lost my way.