I got a friend in every city And a second one if I can get a hit of whiskey B-52s, up at fifty-two eighty Mile high not the only thing to elevate me And that's where the trouble begins No matter what I'm doing Ruin a handle of mother's ruin Or the crown And I'm sleeping in my button down Waking up and do it all again in another town Creeping on another round But when I've had that drink I can't help but think Pushing the frontier Might've put myself on the brink And if I had a crystal ball I'd pull up the whole fam, blow a kiss to y'all I'm in a strange land, no plan Trying to find bars so that I don't miss the call When I'm gone
Yes, I did it again Dropped in for a visit and then Had suits try to pin me down But I can't listen to them, no Been away for a minute Could never change, now I'm in it But every day I'm still thinking of you
I keep dreaming of what's gone, long gone (x2)
I miss my friends but I don't miss my ends Miss those talks but I don't miss my block Feeling extraordinary, 'cause when I'm cruising the canaries I never really dream of being home in Ontari-oh! Taking in the light off the wave Feeling like I might wash away And that that would be okay No currents pull me the wrong way It seems I always end up in a Spanish enclave A Cuban bistro, Dominican holiday Kiwi beach zone, Australia reef Cambodian island, Moroccan art show The farther that I get the less I need cargo In my heart I always carry your heart, though But one day I'll be back on the 49th parallel Ride this world like a carousel Finding new hideouts and stories that I care to tell 'Til another time, farewell I'm gone
Yes, I did it again Dropped in for a visit and then Had suits try to pin me down But I can't listen to them, no Been away for a minute Could never change, now I'm in it But every day I'm still thinking of you
I keep dreaming of what's gone, long gone I keep dreaming of what's gone, gone I keep dreamingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
