I said a bad word when I was a kid. mama said that I'd be sorry for the sin that I did. my daddy whooped me and the preacher said shame. and I tried like hell to change.
Midnight stoplight, happens every time. Pretty girl in a car. No resemblance whatsoever. I wonder how you are. Constant question poundin' in my brain.
pullin' into the fast lane on the leavin' side of town. just me and the dreams i've left undone. there's a lot of roads i can point this chevy down. but i can only think of one.
Guess you heard I'm doin' well. Struck it rich to hear some folks tell. But I'm still the same old me. Down on easy street. . You give your all to find that road.