Outsmarting Simon
Clear On Through To Kansas
somehow this all just feels right
a barely awake state of consciousness
my stomach's empty
but my heart is full
each day reminds me how to live
with eight eyes traveling at the speed of sound
with black roads and yellow lines
nights with packed rooms and blurring eyes
open roads
these are where hearts reside
and where boys fly away
faces that i may never know
but smiles force us to rejuvenate
the hardest work that we've ever done
but heaven isn't too far away
From Letras Mania