He drives a truck and it makes time on his side The water splashes from his flaps for miles And 3 A.M. on the I-5 in the dark as he moves away, hey
Not much to do when you've got time on your side You sit and think about your wasted life I try to move, change things through and through
Why does your face grow so long, my dear? And why did your hair grow so long this year? Why does your face grow so long, my dear? And why did your hair grow so long, so long this year? And so long, so long this year
She's a dancer, when she dances, she is free And three in the morning, the clouds rise in the east To Frank Sinatra which her parents put on repeat On repeatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
