Memories and old Cd's of living easy Three o'clock bus stop, regards my elementary I recall my sandy feet inside my car Low tide, old airport had blessed me with my favorite scar Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me? Running back and forth so I can be Back home, back home, back home, back home Bob and Pac with Billie stuffed inside my luggage I'm a foreign man who doesn't speak the language Words and sketches, notes on napkins underlined In the lab still underneath L.A. and I'm asking why Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me? Running back and forth so I can be Back home, back home, back home, back home Grab my notebook, spill it on to 2 inch tape And hit the 101, 'cuz we've just begun to make your system shake And perfect paragraphs in this letter explaining what I remember House parties, green bottles and my friends Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me? Running back and forth so I can be Back home, back home, back home, back home Back home, back home, back home, back home © THE DUDE MUSIC; GUAVA LANE PUBLISHING; PUJO MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com