Oh (what's the matter with the boy?). Oh (did he really have to be so sure?). . But you're not thinking ride around without a sound.. Restless boy in restless town and you commence to.
And now it's getting darker. Or so it would seem. And if out of this comes nothing. Then maybe nothing is what I mean. Raise a dusty eyelid. To a window in the south.
Don't know why I'm down here. Must be something I said. Or some small imperfection. In my soul or in my head. Don't know why I'm down here. Don't deserve to roast or bake.