This may be the last bus I step off as i bid farewell to a long run We used to laugh when our legs braced the sand Turning up the songs when I went two decades deep I longed for stolen pages and harnessed back Floating like tumbleweed across the tar With an eagerness to know if I could raise myself from inaction My brothers told me that we're all the same Less alive these days, honing complacency Unable to see the time we cast awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
