I found a book in a washed up ship Reading the notes the captain stitched Inside this suit of dust I wait As the waves carry me back to shore
My neighbor Miss Lorraine commands The town's attention when she wants She has a way of making everyone she meets Feel lost and lone with no direction home
There's a bad accident on the interstate A snake of engine oil reaches out
The fire inside my soul is nearly flickered out So I order another round
Sliding into the sea With cynicism and rum Watching Miss Lorraine Smoking alone with the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.