Good as nickles and dirt Broken drumsticks And off white sweat stained shirts Everything you see Bleach clean and free 8 ft. wide said the map
the open road is on my back today hold me up be sure not to drag away all these twists and turns piles of dreams and dimes i'll take whats in front and
We cut the legs off of our pants Threw our shoes into the ocean Sit back and wave through the daylight Sit back and wave through the daylight Slip and
and it all comes down to hope came down on me I'm beggin you now I'm beggin you please comes down to hope came down on me someday spare change won't
three teeth left his silver smile brushed clean three metal tiles and tiles like parking lots three miles it never stops boy you'll be okay boy your silver
forget your court date lock me away, the world waits cuffs cut deep to the bones we're trying to sleep, we're trying to sleep i hope these hands, WOAHH
the open road is on my back today hold me up be sure not to drag away all these twists and turns piles of dreams and dimes I'll take whats in front and
sun?s going down let?s get together on the bridge we?ll meet up tonight black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags above the East River?s northern lights
Fifteen years old picking out the same old clothes While these posters are wallpaper for those with the same goal She'll try out on on the day after
'Cos in the daylight, I don't pick up my phone 'Cos in the daylight, I don't pick up my phone 'Cos in the daylight, I don't pick up my phone 'Cos in
cause in the daylight i don't pick up my phone [x8] (I don't pick 'em up either) We all stop mighty on the buck chasers, on ice to price christen till
She grew up in a house made of porcelain, crystal, glass Her brother left a year ago Sister would end a half Mother is a name at best And father was
On a thursday afternoon I can see the sun and moon Shadows strobe at 55 Dash after dash Dash after line Telephone poles keep the time A rhythmic
Locked knees, no keys Brooklyn, Grand Street four flights, late nights black socks, white dice ten pounds, loud sounds turned up, tied & bound don't
Watch out for late phone calls Wheat paste and concrete walls Go too far, live too long Time's too short, right and wrong Block after block, Block
Show me the sidestreets in your life train yards like boneyards sharpened knives sidewalks are unassuming fields concrete and cracks won't cut you deals
I wanna sleep through the weekend I wanna try I wanna walk on my own floor before I die and now, now the band tunes up and now remember your lines and
Ceilings falling down Broken bricks and salty air Sleeping on the ground grass is much greener from down here Ceilings falling down I hold my hands