Mojave...

"When was the day
When suddenly
All of the time rolled away
You were drifting along
Having some fun
When you noticed the clock

Suddenly everything
Fell out of place
You burned all your bridges
Cos you grew up too late
And the people you love
Are just so far away
When you're drifting

Ten years on the road
And you still can't make it walk home
You were caught out on your own
Still waiting for the whistle to blow"

Citerar, som om jag vore en fjortonårig flicka. Ofta är saker redan sagda av andra, och bättre. Vad ska man ta sig till.

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