Struttin' so tall like only Chicken Little can With your coy glance and your flirty look You attention starved whore boy you wrote that book Then she left me Waiting on high
old l.a. When everybody drove a Chevrolet What ever happened to the boy next door The sun tanned crew cut all-American male Remember dancing at the high
to which we all cling While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string The sun hides itself, concealing its grin And waits for the dawn to reveal itself
a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale stress Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my
wooh, ehhhh, wooooh. I've been waiting on the sunset Bills on my mindset I can get deny theyre getting high Higher than my income Income's breadcrumbs
permanently happy now now now so many reasons to shed so many tears that i could drown / mmmm but i stay high and dry floating above the water on this
I know you're waiting for the same There are no other And I can have it anytime I want it Let's fool around the sheets And get high up in the sun We
As you finally hit the ground Turn around and remember that now you?re standing tall Standing on sacred ground, standing on sacred ground Standing on
low As you finally hit the ground Turn around and remember that Now you?re standing tall Standing on sacred ground Standing on sacred ground Standing on
alone, we didn't need much more) Shoot high, aim low (The sun's so hard on this endless highway) Shoot high, let go Shoot high, aim low Shoot high, let go Shoot high
tales Course the compass to offer Into a time that we've all seen on Into a time that we've all seen on High the memory carry on While the moments start
don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew shed have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on, under the willow We can have high times if you
't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you abide
on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The
past I save me a prayer it's eventually I'll stand in the path Of the souls on the dark roads that leads to the man Do you hear them crying? Waiting
