Monday, July 26, 2010

Anytime.

There's a place where I go to take the edge of the day,

when the radios up your face fades away,

flicker flicker

dim and fade to black.



With a back pack packed,

and a mark on the map.

Gonna drive too fast,

Gonna not look back,

light the night with a blow torch and a match.

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