Come on Johnny when you gonna get here? Alright hold your pretty horses ill be there in a minute you just get yourself dolled up alright toots and you pick a place you just pick a place
I can't imagine how hard it must be to be you Adopting all your history it's hard being me too Are your secrets where you left them? cause now your ghosts are mine as well
Waking on a train dreaming, charmed alone they started speaking. Captured in his artist way before the memories fade away. To remember a face, and you're home or want to.