Eighteen wheeler dropped me off at that city limits sign. Sunday morning sunlight hurt my eyes. It's a long way from where I been back to my home town.
Dying hard and I stand by. Running down and I sink along. So far underground, I lose touch. . Falling all alone if you choose to fall. Looking down if nobody is watching.
Well who's that girl with the sock feet and holy blue jeans. the one that dances like a hurricane. and shakes it like a washing machine. guess i got to get my courage up and tell her i don't know how to dance.