There's nothing really left to say. And I don't need you to explain. We don't need those lights. So tired of living in the past. So if we're gonna make it last.
All we want, what we want is. All we want is gold. Sun sets on Long Island. Pull the windows down in the van. Lost my map on the Jersey turnpike. But it's okay we ain't looking back.
There's nothing really left to say. And I don't need you to explain. We don't need those lies. So tired of living in the past. So if we're gonna make it last.
All we want, what we want is. All we want is gold. Sun sets on my nylon. Pull the windows down in the van. Lost my map on the Jersey turnpike. But it's okay we ain't looking back.