All right
Rock and roll, yeah
At the end of a dream
If
I'm a wheel, I'm a wheel,
I can roll, I can
When there's lightning
You know it always brings me down
It was starting to rain
On the night that they first
The old ones speak of winter
The young ones praise the
Hot nights - summer in the city
Just about to smoke
Someone told me I would never be free
The way you
You watch their faces
You'll see the traces
Of the things they