Ten thousand miles even though I roam. I can hear the call of the hills of home. The canyons high and the valleys low. Echo how can you stay away. . My dreams are there where the eagle flies.
A mother called me the other day. Said her baby had run away. I said I don't know a thing about it. I wouldn't tell you if I did. Maybe she didn't like all your rules.
You have seen us all here, you've seen us their. Spiky jackets and fucked up hair. I've always seen the way that you glare. fucked up grins and fucked up glares.