Been driving back roads lost and out of sight I can see the glow of faint city lights Been wearing clothes that don't fit I'm moving slow feeling half lit Don't leave it too late ‘Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates With a pocket full of loose change Feeling lost and strange
You can call me Ace or you can call me King If I can find a place that's out of this wind Draw you a map, I'll explain That the road back may be filled with pain Don't leave it too late ‘Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates With a pocket full of loose change Feeling lost and strange
If I'm a shadow of my former self Well, I'm still better off Than being someone else I've seen people do things That they can't explain I've seen bad and good Even seen dry rain Don't leave it too late ‘Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates With a pocket full of loose change Feeling lost and strange
This concierge looks more dead than alive Says the only way out of here is when it's bone dry Think I'll drop a gear down into four-wheel drive One thing's clear, it's just great to be alive Don't leave it too late ‘Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates With a pocket full of loose change Feeling lost and strangeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
