The Goddamn Band
Her Highways
She takes so much pride in herHer knowledge of highwaysShe drives themShe drives them with her friendsEvery city and skyline they drive byReminds them of pear shapes and waist linesWe waste timeWondering if all is alrightYou know, the Golden Gate’s right out of townThat is, if you’re aroundI could drive you upThen drive you back down, if you’re aroundShe wears a scarf around her headLike my grandmother did, as the cancer just hidSomewhere in her breastIn her breast, it left her dead
From Letras Mania