Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen'. True Story, that's what we call it. Thank God for the thugs too. Buddy Roe. Drop the top and let the sunshine in.
Outside, wild winds are calling. Broken leaves are falling. . Outside, wild winds are calling. Broken leaves are falling. Like I fall before you. Outside, nightfall is returning.
I want a girl, girl that won't talk back. And a job, job that gives me slack. And a car, car that won't break down. In the heat of Los Angeles. . I want to go, go without a map.
Behind the wind and trees. [Incomprehensible] obstacles we see. [Incomprehensible] it brings these walls to life. . You owned us, you called us. Your own possession.