Mileage has taken its toll. Paid it with lines to show. You've had your fill of asphalt. Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors. Look like the habit controls you.
Mileage has taken its toll. Paid it with lines to show. You've had your fill of asphalt. Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors. Look like the habit controls you.
Walking down Main Street. Getting to know the concrete. Looking for a purpose from a neon sign. I would meet you anywhere the western sun meets the air.