Long halls,
Bright lights,
People going to and from flights,
Open all day,
Open all night,
This airport really is a fright,
Here I stand all alone,
Like a dog without a bone,
How I long for companionship,
A opposite with beauty,
So I may kiss her lips,
It seems I’ve been here for a million years,
And this one emotion has brought me a million tears,
Oh why, oh why,
Will this not end?
It even seems it has yet to begin
View User's Journal
|
|||||||||||||||
|
|||||||||||||||
Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana,
robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana,
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner,
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna,
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal .45,
Just another way to survive...
robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana,
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner,
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna,
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal .45,
Just another way to survive...
User Comments: [1]
|
User Comments: [1]