Drive on

It's a game that I often play with myself sometimes I pretend that I'm not alone and I'm doing fine Drving in your car last night The world was quickly passing by We both know but don't task why We...

Weathered sign on the marquee An old film playing at the show He could tell by the clouds up top And old northern was about to blow So he hopped in his pick-up truck Steered it on down the road There...

Somewhere, back in the good old days I missed the last train home Mastered more than a million ways To turn my soul to stone I have taken love, I have taken trust Given little in return I have held a...