I know a gal got. A lot to lose. She's a pretty nice lady. But she's kinda confused. Got muscles in her head. Ain't never been used. Thinks she owns half.
The moon is down. All over town. The forecast is gray. Now that she's gone away. . The stars in the skies. Fell out of her eyes. They shattered when they hit the ground.
Black faces pressed against the glass. Where rain has pressed it's weight. Wind blown scarves in top down cars. All share one western trait. . Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks.
There was a time. when lonely men would wander. thru this land. rolling aimlessly along. so many times. I've heard of their sad story. written in the words.
Here's the story of a man and his family. And a big trip that they took. Well, I heard all about in a restaurant. And I read it in a history book. . They rented a car at the Erie Canal.
I know a guy that's got a lot to lose. He's a pretty nice fellow, kinda confused. Got muscles in his head, ain't never been used. Thinks he own half of this town.