More desert highways In the heart of a twelve year old Who can't spot misdirection Can't risk more disconnection Two kids, mom & dad Monsoon out backseat glass More rain than the cloud can hold I see you
Storm blows into a flood Then disappears A thirsty desert floor drinks it in Miles down below the skin Endless hidden reservoirs
What difference would it make If I could be real with you I desperately don't want to Move to Lake Havasu
Bred to believe, taught to obey Heard the call & moved away I prayed and cried and cried and prayed Still pissed off, still in pain Still keep it hid & grit my teeth Like you showed me Still hope it's not too late For someone to know me
What difference would it make If I could be real with you I desperately don't want to Move to Lake HavasuTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
