4 acessos
In phoenix couldn't find my feelings
Consorted with the brokerage king
Back home
I couldn't find my best friend
Sometimes it feels so strange to sing
Every time I go
See more than I can know
Been lost in Orlando
And I saw too much
Yeah I saw too much
Yeah I saw too much
Time had us to kill
We drove to Jacksonville
Of the mall-side,
Free-ride commune
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Murder motel outside Houston
Four the bed, four the floor
I courted luck could not seduce him
Broke his glasses slammed the door
Every time I go
See more than I can know
Been lost in Orlando
And I saw too much
Yeah I saw too much
Yeah I saw too much
In Buffalo at the public library
I saw too many sad people
Looking just like me
I saw too much
Never enough