Ruta 25

As the sun sets on the road I drive
Listening to "Far Away Eyes" by the Rolling Stones
I feel like the scenery speaks for those who are saying
I feel like the next city is mine
That there will be a crowd waiting
And when I arrive, I see they’re not there
And I tell myself again
What a fool you are, kid..
What does it matter if I always settled
For going to any bar
Getting drunk, fighting, and racking up
Another mess on my tab
I’m wandering through my garden
I’ll pick the sweetest flower
Real stories that I lived
Of distant people I’ve never seen
But I know them well..
I’m wandering through my garden
I’ll pick the sweetest flower
Real stories that I lived
Of distant people I’ve never seen
But I know them well.