Testi:
Mccain Edwin

Rubber on my tires making contact with the road Sign on the streetpost tells me which way I should go Riding down America Street funny that it's one

It's 3:00 A.M. I'm awake and my heart is still dreaming It's 3:00 A.M. Outside I hear the souls still screaming It's been so long you know since my head

Sweet love is keeping a very close score She's cheated death more than one time The tears roll down her face and on to the floor The psychic's been reading

Another beautiful morning under stars and bars And F series pickups and rusted out cars And they're eating breakfast at the strip bar Just to have a

Well I'm falling over backwards and I'm drowning in my sleep, I can't feel the ground, there's only sky beneath my feet, In a television moment I come

Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing Are we caught up in our anger, locked

Just do your thing If it makes you feel better Go on and sing If it makes you feel better Shufflin' feet Snuck up on me now This young man's lost

Well this life's stretched out before me The highway shimmering with stars The knowing glances of the runaways That never made it this far I can't believe

Hey Tink it's me Peter, I know it's been a long, long time I hope you and the lost boys are doing just as fine As that time we showed that Captain Hook