There was a time, looking through myself
Wanting to pretend
If I escaped, I could fill myself
I don't think you can
Been far and wide
But that hole inside
Never really leaves
When I went away, what I really left
Left behind was me
It's telling me
To be on my way home
Million miles away
I can't stay
Each passing day, every passing face
Seems like such a blur
I long to be
Home, silently
Lying next to her
Just to get back, by her side is all
All I need to be
Cause I went away
But what I really left
Left behind was me
I need to be
Getting on my way home
A million miles away
Million miles away
I can't take
Любимая музыка на трассе - панк-рок!
Правда тормозят за превышение скорости )
Эта подборка - молодые ребята из Новой Зеландии The Rabble. Для меня они #2 после мафусаилов The Misfits и The Offspring.
Правду говорят, что глубоко в душЕ отличницы любят ПАНК! )