along. The fan goes around. In the room off the street. At the end of the town Every sigh, every sway. You can hear everything that they say. Something's begun like a war. Or a family or a
. . You belong to someone else, and I do too. It's just crazy bein' here with you. As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat. Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street. Ninety miles an hour