Standing on a hilltop, wishing on a quick star Enemies all around me Got to make a rest stop, wonder where my friends are It's about time they found me I'm caught in the middle of a shooting war And I can't ever gather what I'm fighting for And I hate to imagine what they've got in store Somebody put the heat on me Who could it be? Stranded by the seaside, waiting out the high tide Taking a short vacation Wading through the hot crowd, laughing at 'em out loud Crying in desperation I'm caught in the current and I'm going down And I ain't got a will and I'm about to drown And I hope they can forward all my bag to town Somebody's out to blow my mind They're doing fine All I need is some time to myself And a place in the country Waiting by the highway, people going my way Making like they ignore me Running from the rat race, smiling with a false face Searching the road before me I'm hot on the trail of something I can't find And I can't pay my ticket and I'm running blind And I think I discovered I've been left behind Somebody wants to use my name It's a shame - ain't it a shameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
