Am I out of my mind for feeling some kind of bliss to kiss of the highway? Sure, it's no Milky Way and I'm a little lost in LA But I'll just listen to the cars that are going real fast I don't have it all figured out baby, but don't you try to stop me I don't mind pissing in the wind—oh, be my only friend
I think I feel another moon rising, whatever the fuck that means Don't think I quite believe in anything, what does that make me? In the cluster fuck of broken breaking, trying, living, earning, winning You won't make it, my son, if you don't learn to run on tightropes, laugh at bad jokes You gotta be something, you gotta be someone You gotta be something, you gotta be someone What does that mean and could I rather be nobody? What does that mean and could I rather be nobody?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
