Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong to the empty alleys and parking lots is where I'll be when everyone goes home I like what I see it's nothing special to me and nothing's coming down on me I think of a place a time or a face staring out at the stars in the sky there's so many of them and we're drivin' by Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
