"on a childhood highway through a night alone
I was barely breathing, I was crawling home
well it¹s not quite london or the south of france
or an asian island or a second chance
thinking about the whole thing
guess you gotta run sometimes
maybe I¹m a fast train rolling down the mountain
watching all my life go by
you¹re a distant memory, you¹re an exit sign
I was talking crazy on the driver¹s side
and I know I hurt you but I won¹t confess
was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress
thinking about the whole thing
guess you gotta run sometimes
maybe I¹m a fast train rolling down the mountain
watching all my life go by
laughing at a bad break
what¹s the use in wondering why
maybe I¹m a storm front rolling through the valley
tearing up a good july
and it¹s safe and warm where nothing ever happens
would it be so hard to realign a star or two
change a southern night for you
well it¹s not quite evening, and it¹s not new york
there¹s a scar in the blue sky by the old airport
and I¹m talking crazy on the driver¹s side
I will always love you like a long goodbye"
1 comment:
You left out a few lines, didn't you?
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