He left the morning after Panicked and confused The night it was a blur But his knuckles they were bruised The sign just flipped to open As he stumbled from the store A pack of smokes, a lighter That he stole out of her drawer
Oh, you get colder You get older everyday
In the back of El Ranchero Collecting all the scraps A coaster with a number And a dented baseball bat He dialed unfamiliar digits Maybe deep into Durango There′s a city made of tin cans And another made of gold
Oh, you get colder You get older everyday
They've been searching high and low For a place to call home From Tecate to Bisbee Tucson to Jerome The whippoorwills awaken as he loads another flock No family of his own Just the ones that he forgot
Oh, you get colder You get older everyday Oh, you get colder You get older everydayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
