I got a place with a view. You can see the cars. As they travel down the freeway. To clubs and bars. There's a woman downstairs. With matt-grey hair. And she smiles when she tells me.
I've come a long way by car. The road went narrow. The bridges too far. Screaming at ninety. Whisper at ten. Feel the towns make you spend. . Look see the story.
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head. I feel like making someone's face turn red. Learning bike's and ditto vices. Try to look bored and your going places.