No picnic no barbecue out in the back A yard for parked cars left to rot and forget For chained-up mad dogs for garbage to sit Get lost get lost a part from it
I can´t see through it But I can see past With me with me always Without going back
Just people and buildings Not city or town Great lake crooked river Flat land water burns The air not smoke It tears the eye Home is where you live Home is where you´ll die
I can´t see through it But I can see past With me with me always Without going back
In a glacial slide Over ice mirrored glace In a slip and past times Are in the future brought back Reflected reflected reflected Every footstep
No walk in the park No there i nowhere No place can replace What a clear eye reveals Soft and hard shaped like a wheel Made me of rubber made me of steel
I can´t see through it But I can see past With me with me always Without going back Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
