Из альбома: 42 and a Half Minutes With Griffin House
When I run out of money, there'll be nothing left to fix
And when I run out of love, I hope to God I feel like this
Driving down 5th Street in a broken down Ford
I hang a righteous and you hang a Lord
Leather jacket on the front seat
Singing songs I wish I wrote
Roll the window down, take a drag, and say your name
I do my dying, a little more each day
And here I was waiting on a chance just to say:
When I run out of money, there'll be nothing left to fix
And when I run out of love, I hope to God I feel like this
Parliament Lights, cigarette smoke, and the PA Turnpike home
Parliament Lights, cigarette smoke, and the PA Turnpike home
Driving down 5th Street, I'm pulling it in to town
I hang a righteous I don't know if I'm up or down
Finished letter on the front seat, murmur words that I wish I wrote
Roll the window down, take a drag and say your name
Parliament Lights, cigarette smoke and the PA Turnpike home
Parliament Lights, cigarette smoke and the PA Turnpikc home