Lay the brush in the glovebox and drive There’s a hush on the highway for days of nights If you think you’re wrong just try If you feel forlorn just cry
One last rose fixed to ribs with thread Sears the snow with a single point of red It’s your emblem etched in ice with tires Suddenly your mountains start with fires
Every Tuesday at the ward you prayed All the prayers you can afford a single day But there’s something you have to tell Mother you ain’t on your way to hell
Graying curls collect each day in the drain Chelsea girl R&R to feel the pain Don’t you dare turn it down A mean old doctor will surely come aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
