The sun ran out on a cold October Somewhere under the canyon moon Camera jammed in a slow exposure California in her rear view
She couldn't handle another season Another ocean of fiction blue Said a prayer to a dashboard Jesus Death Valley and worn out shoes
Then the road turned into desert everywhere The sun ran out on a cold October She disappeared, she disappeared
Take all your troubles, put them to bed Burn down the mission, the maps in your head Shot like a bullet, don't know the way The ricochet, kind of got away from you
The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing Marching band in a high school dream Little town and a faded beauty They still remember when she was queen
Then the road turned into desert everywhere The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing She disappeared, she disappeared
Somewhere out on a cold October And where she ended no one knew
Take all your troubles, put them to bed Burn down the mission, the maps in your head Shot like a bullet, don't know the way With shame
Take all your troubles, put them to bed Burn down the mission, the maps in your head Shot like a bullet, don't know the way The ricochet, kind of got away from youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
