Virtue is relative at best There's nothing worse than a sunset When you're driving due west And I'm afraid that my love Is gonna come up short There is no there there I guess I'm scared Cuz I want to have good news to report Every time I come up for air
Now I'm cruising through a chromakey blue sky And I know that in an hour or three The sun is gonna be in my eyes And I know that sometimes all I can see Is how I feel Like the whole world is on the other side of a dirty windshield And I'm tryin to see through the glare Yes I'm struggling just to see what's there
The one person who really knows me best Says I'm like a cat Yeah the kind of cat that you just can't pick up And throw into your lap No, the kind that doesn't mind being held Only when its her idea Yeah, the kind that feels what she decides to feel When she is good and ready to feel it
And now I am prowling through the backyard And I am hiding under the car I have gotten out of everything I've gotten into so far I eat when I am hungry And I travel alone And just outside the glow of the house Is where I feel most at home
But in the window you sometimes appear And your music is faint in my ears
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