Hi, this is station AWOL,. Coming to you from from over the hill at Bob Bar city. I'm gonna sing if I come back tonight,. Can I still keep my stripes or have I stayed away too long?.
I'm alone, but remember. One wet and cold September. My tears were falling in the rain. I was lonely, I was blind. I needed her to ease my mind. Shackles of lust, chains of pain.