Well
Where I use to weak up
There’s a wind blow away
If you come to me,
Don’t try to thinkin’
With your country brain
You’re soul’s falling down
From the deep clean
There are the trash
and the dirty truth
It ain’t a house
The Road’s my home
Where I use to walk
There’s no way
Where I use to lay
There’s no bad
My face, my skin is red
Where the sun touched me
Talk to me, ’cause I don’t wanna
Hear the noise
Please hide me, ’cause I don’t wanna
Be able to see …
A burnin’ cigarette in the light
Just some dust and smog
And a really shocking true !
Home alone on the Planet Earth
With a 16 and my Hearly D.