I painted my name on a bridge today. In black and white and red and grey. You know it's really not far away. From the banks of the river. Where the president used to play.
Now if I could disclose secrets heaven only knows. If I'd lose all my ground and see your smile decompose. So I rest on the fact that I love you I suppose.
Maybe you can tell my why i'm prone to wander. i'm like a gypsy to the bone. every time i hear the rain amid the thunder. i want to run outside and shed my clothes.