There she goes. There she goes again. Racing through' my brain. And I just can't contain. This feelin' that remains. . There she blows. There she blows again.
There she goes. There she goes again. Racing through' my brain. And I just can't contain. This feelin' that remains. . There she blows. There she blows again.
If you want I'll sell you a life story. About a man who's at loggerheads with his past all the time. He's alive and living in purgatory. All he's doing is rooming up in hotels.