18 Wheels
The best place to do it is in a phonebooth by I-80’s side Under shooting stars Under shooting stars Singing songs into a trunk Until
The best place to do it is in a phonebooth by I-80’s side Under shooting stars Under shooting stars Singing songs into a trunk Until
There’re about a million ways to talk about the rain But when you’re feeling wet I know That you want to do it again, now
Alone i choose the ra’dio of my heart Picking up echoes of your distant song In cracks of thunder five seconds apart The rolling trains
Alone i choose the ra’dio of my heart Picking up echoes of your distant song In cracks of thunder five seconds apart The rolling trains
Alone i choose the ra’dio of my heart Picking up echoes of your distant song In cracks of thunder five seconds apart The rolling trains
Alone i choose the ra’dio of my heart Picking up echoes of your distant song In cracks of thunder five seconds apart The rolling trains
I don’t care what’s going on down there My mama taught me how to love I don’t care about whispers and stares My mama taught
All the leftover feelings Watching out the window for a way to see All the visions of a life long ago Met him out on