See if I hadn’t been down south I would have spent the time around you But since I’m probably out of town We talk and I hope it sounds true
When I’m not trapped up inside I’m on a flight or amidst a drive
Pray to god it doesn’t rain When I’m above Lake Pontchartrain Copper wire and an upturned ride It’s time spent staring at the sky Walking through the Marigny For Euclid past Bywater east Dodging rainclouds northbound flight If all holds I’ll be there tonight
These months are passing by like fields That you and I used to drive by Now I pass in an empty seat In the bus I plan to arrive byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
