greaser

Once in a while it’s coming

Stray in a star of blue

I thought I was on a train babe

Flying through the dark all night

We were messing around there

Reading our eyes like a map

Tragedy go on and tell me now

Flying through the dark all night

Hold on, this may be the last round

‘Cause we stay, no more

Maybe where the birds fly back in time

It’s not much of a story

My thoughts go far beyond

Again at the airport

I notice my hands unfold

Hold on, this may be the last round

‘Cause we stay, no more

Maybe where the birds fly back in time

It’s not much of a story