Getting back to town isn't as easy as it seems When you've been up all night with bad dreams I dreamt that I was falling backwards into the air Flying alone wasn't malice, wasn't fair
The smell of gasoline from the handle and the cap And I'm on my way back, on my way back, on my way back
Maybe I'll just keep driving when I get there Go up north, be in exile in the oaks, exile in the firs, exile in the birch Stay until the winter won't let me go Her good arms around me, her cold arms around me
It's not as easy as it seems to drive away your dreams But I'm on my way back, on my way back The smell of gasoline from the handle and the cap Not as easy as it seems to drive away your dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
