charge around the lawn And hold their heads up high when my headlights find them out They'll be the first to put their hands in the air with my radio
around the lawn And hold their heads up high when my headlights find them out They'll be the first to put their hands in the air with my radio on Singing
Översättning: Ritter, Josh. Golden Age Of Radio.
Anne walks alone Past the Domino sugar factory She's as easy to know As a broken mystery Conversations are slow With herself in dead parking lots Hands
If I could trace the lines that ran Between your smile and your sleight of hand I would guess that you put something up my sleeve Now every time I see
Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me But I can't leave this world behind Debts are not like prison where there's hope of getting free
Romero got married on the fifth of July In our Lady of Immaculate Dawn Could have got married in the revival man's tent But there ain't no reviving what
Say the west is a story we made up to erase Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space From the Northwest passage to the Great Divide Everybody
West of her there's a place know Never have been but I'd like to go Somewhere out there I believe in me And West of her is where I'd like to see West
After all the lights had died Out behind the palasades park Fireflies remembered to do Exactly what they were supposed to And memories were like coins
Making my own city lights Out of bourbon and the stars of a bar room fight Face forward in the wind If you don't know where it is but you know where
Me and Jiggs staring at the ceiling the stars above the radar range Song from a station wagon laying foundations on the shadows of overpassing planes
the trees Silhouettes and crickets singing And here I am holding on to you And you've got the moon See the leaves fall as they turn Green into a golden
