
You go straight home, you stay inside. Do you understand me?
Thank you…
She screams for more
More than just some blue eyed metaphor
And the trouble is — she’s always searchingPerhaps, one day. In a year. Or even a century. You’ll turn up at my door; and let me show you what the world has to offer. You mark my words; Small town boy. Small time life. It won’t be enough for you.
I’m inappropriate, I always say the wrong thing. I just wish… wish that life was different.