So what's in the back of your little red book
And why do you smile when you know I'm done?
There's bay on the air and a lazy old sun
To keep the heap in every inkling
A forest fire sideways thinking
The trick's all tried
A thousand times
To wrestle down the wind
You fade in the haze of the opening road
I fought for you once but I must let go
'Cause how many years can you keep this hope?
Too many other cats are craving
They're polishing their claws and saying
In 15 words what took me words
To hang my name upon
Accrue flowed the eyes
As you rapidly slung
Over the Yellowstone cliffs
To the home that he loved
He sees this disease till you're all used up
Consoling every unpaid artist
The chance to finish what they started
Another Sunday Psalm
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie