to patty’s on the alley of gasoline.
where with the midnight hour and her friends
we sat.
you kept us warm.
the weird crowd which we watched, maybe like a mirror.
they put the cannon to you
truck stop diner,
there weren’t a bench seat finer.
to patty’s on the alley of gasoline.
where with the midnight hour and her friends
we sat.
you kept us warm.
the weird crowd which we watched, maybe like a mirror.
they put the cannon to you
truck stop diner,
there weren’t a bench seat finer.