These latter days are growing strange. Crazy ways and constant change. And the lines are down that we must cross. Across the board we share the loss. And when you feel the door is open.
There's a place inside my soul. There's a place that's not quite whole. And it seems it's hear to stay. It grows a little everyday. And it's getting bigger.
Riding down the road in a nickel black cadillac. Reckon tomorrow I don't want my money back. If I roll then I roll. Yeah I roll down the road. I rolled this far.