Trampled By Turtles - Walt Whitman текст песни

Light it up like the city at night
Old dark bones in the city
Old Walt Whitman and borrowed alcohol
We drove fast shaking all the way
Like the waves in California
Sorry I never know what to say at all
Caught in a whirlwind
Dry as a bone
And I don’t think that I can make it On my own
On my own, my own
(Burning) love man it never ends
I tried but I couldn’t make it Yea your paperback lovers could never pay the bills
Worn it once and then let it go Or you may never shake it End up drinking too much (then pop a pill)
Loose like a feather
And left here alone
And I don’t think I can make it On my own
On my own, my own