The sun ran out on a cold October. Somewhere under the canyon moon. Camera jammed in a slow exposure. California in her rear view She couldn't handle another season. Another ocean of fiction blue.
We're a million lonely people. All together on this needle, in the sky. Afraid of heights. And your dreams were made illegal. By the laws of lesser evil. We call life. But not tonight. I dare you to l
Pouring rain in Tuscon, Arizona. Checked into the Congress hotel. Met the band in a bar next to the lobby. Looking for another story I could tell When I left town you were heading for the altar. A