feeling weak today. run the risk of tears. falling down your cheeks. from all the lonely years. holding back your love. while she races up the hill. chase what you dream of.
Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again. He seems to be stuck in the 80's. He wears his members only jacket. Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies. . And all the white folks shake their asses.
1, 2, 3. . I stare into some great abyss. And calculate the things I? d miss. If I could only make some sense of this. . And Madam Butterfly resounds.
Six-lane highway running up to my back door,. But it won't take me where I want to be.. I took the I-95 down to Pensacola,. All I found was a bunch of holyrollers,.