The wind is strong the sun is hot
The road lines are everything I've got
The cars don't stop
Something has got lost
Shoes and jeans are everything I've got
Too many stains and no more stars
This is not a tale, this honest lies
Books can talk, trees can walk
When I look around, my mind is in the shock
Music rocks, and on the walls
Sitting thirty dogs and taking drugs
Is anybody listens to me
Is anybody here doing true things
My darling gone make me foolish
But I not the one
Too many stains and no more stars
This is not a tale, this honest lies