My mother says I'm great. And it always makes me sad. I don't think she's being nice. I really think she believes that. So now I bend my days around the people.
His goal in life was to be an echo. Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll. A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her. . She appears in his dreams.
I was chewin' gum for something to do. The blinds were being pulled down on the dew. Inside, out of love, what a laugh. I was looking for you. . Saxophones started blowing me down.