He clears his throat. And hes driving up his crowd. He used to sway. But hes turned it all around. . Yeah, hes mopping up his brow. Yeah, hes taking his time.
Louisiana. Come, go away with me. We'll take the highway. I'll see you in between. . I listen to my head. And every word have come. It's been two days without it.
Lost in Boston. Drinking rum and chocolate. A hundred thousand blinking lights. Are making me exhausted. . It was Fleet Week last week. And all the sailors couldnt sleep.
In the fall, the air is dry. In the shadow of this town. And the sun is shining out. Pushing shadows down the street. . Cross into the sunny side. Her and I am barreling out.
Spend a week awake but we leave the calls tonight. The locals keep us up all day and night. Seen the Northern Lights and weve seen the Milky Way. And I miss home much more than it miss me.
You finally close the door. Youve left open wide. Lock it from the inside. You lay me down and count me out. . Watch out, it's all on you. Theres worse ways to see it, baby.
Broke my back. Out in the yard. If you dont like it. Wont you tell me?. . Work all day. And all the night. Later on. Can I help it?. . By the way. It won't last.