They try to tell me that this is a straight line Like I'm a headstrong arrow bearing down on a bullseye A velvet box, a tidy plot At some point you start and at some point you stop
I don't believe in progress I'm getting more and more out of less and less Like watching the veils fall away from a dancer Uncovering answers that was always there
The sky is old but the art was modern This story is endless like Elvis or Texas I'm just a paralyzed regular guy Making a way on a crooked line
Let's make a toast while we still got fizz Here's to our flesh and the best yesterdays I had a run-in with some pretty good fortune But I think I'm gonna be okay But I think I'm gonna be okay
The sky is old but the art was modern This story is endless like Elvis or Texas I'm just a paralyzed regular guy Making a way on a crooked lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
