He stumbled through the alley with his long coat on Nothing but a bottle in his hand She sat in her apartment lonesome to the bone Wondering what had
I just found out yesterday that Linda goes to Mars Every time I sit and look at pictures of used cars She'll turn on her radio and sit down in her chair
Sailin' around, sailin' around, sailin' around, I've been out sailin' around again I've been sailin' around But I can't get back to you. Hangin' around
Traduzione: Prine, John. Pomeriggio tedesco.