Baixar Mais Tocadas: América

Sometimes late when things are real / And people share the gift of gab between themselves / Some are quick to take the bait / And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
Chewing on a piece of grass, walking down the road / Tell me, how long you gonna stay here, Joe? / Some people say this town don’t look good in snow / You don’t care, I know
Mary, have you seen better days? / And will you find different ways? / And does he really mean that much to your heart? / Carry, all of the weight you can, find another man
This is for all the lonely people / Thinking that life has passed them by / Don’t give up until you drink from the silver cup / And ride that highway in the sky
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life / There were plants and birds and rocks and things / There was sand and hills and rings / The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz