(T. van Zandt) My days they are the highway kind, They only come to leave, But the leaving I don't mind It's the coming that I crave, Pour the sun upon
My days they all are the highway kind They only come to leave But the leaving I don't mind It's the coming that I crave Pour the sun upon the ground
(Townes Van Zandt) My days they are the highway kind They only come to leave But the leaving I don't mind It's the coming that I crave Pour the sun upon
Vertaling: Lyle Lovett. Snelweg Kind.
(Townes Van Zandt) My days they are the highway kind They only come to leave But the leaving I don't mind It's the coming that I crave Pour the sun
