The cars are lined up in a parking lot
I look through them all, dream of which I want Wishing I could be like someone I'm not I can't afford the things my mind has bought I'm never invited around to the same places Cos no one will ever see others face to face I'm running after in a heated car chase When was this made such a chariot race I'm riding on a chariot of fire My skin burns, I must ride on, but I'm tired The tension's mounting higher and higher And I don't know to turn left or right Can you give me the time, it's getting late I'm getting too hungry to care for food on my plate Not either sinner or saint, cos I ain't And so here ends the song, I'll leave it to fate Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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September 2016
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