Слова:
Camper Van Beethoven Key Lime Pie

I will sing I will be passed on over now Take the wheel Take me down Let me sleep till we have disappeared 'cause we're moving from east to west Across

Flowers growing By the drunken river Flowers growing By the burning bridges Flowers growing Out of my bones On the toppled towers flowers growing On an

I remember his hat tilted forward His glasses are folded in his vest And he seems like the kind of man who beats his horses Or the dancers who work at

I drive alone, home from work And I always think of her Late at night I call her But I never say a word And I can see her squeeze the phone between her

When I look up to the sky I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow Rush home to bed, I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning

I'm alternating between heavy and light Between meaning and nonsense And having a drink I have counted all the lines on the road Between here and los