Well we can't have a garden while we're still on the road There's only room on the dash for a gas station rose You know that when I shut up I got something to say I was looking at you, you were looking away
At least we dodged the New York winter...
Well maybe the mountain in our eyes Looks like a molehill from the other side We are the elders of our minds We're on our own We're on our own
Another year gone by like the signs on the street Highway seventy-five, Nebraska flat as a sheet Living out of the trunk, we bounce around like a dream Another major drawback, another sweet in between
At least we're both confused together...
But maybe the mountain in our eyes Looks like a molehill from the other side We are the elders of our minds We're on our own We're on our own
Maybe the mountain in our eyes Looks like a molehill from the other side We are the elders of our minds We're on our own
And maybe the mountain in our eyes Looks like a molehill from the other side We are the elders of our minds We're on our own We're on our ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
