Looking out a dirty old window. Down below the cars in the city go rushing by. I sit here alone and I wonder why. . Friday night and everyone's moving.
Looking out a dirty old window. Down below the cars in the city go rushing by. I sit here alone and I wonder why. . Friday night and everyone's moving.
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.. She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd. They are not a melting pot, say no, say no tapestry.