Fed up with my destiny
And this place of no return
I
Virgil Spencer's got a 19 inch Hitachi
and many demons lingering.
Friday
Indian summer
Abeline
You were new in town, I was nineteen,
And the
Lost inside this angeltown
Lost like I could not be found
No
The walls are thin here in this motel room
Some
I have given
I have given and got none
Still I'm driven
We've done our cold time, you and I
Fought off
police cars round in circles
the silence gathering
you never know what's
Never seen a sky so blue
I've never been happy
I look at this mountain
So many heart aches wide
And I
