Asphalt, like captured rain, flows by our dry car
; so many possibilities, I wish we’d turn around
, re-calculate this route to find our own way ho-
me. Maybe next time, again. Again? Yeah.
Asphalt, like captured rain, flows by our dry car
; so many possibilities, I wish we’d turn around
, re-calculate this route to find our own way ho-
me. Maybe next time, again. Again? Yeah.