In the shade of the freeway
The pretenders stalks his prey
Innocence quite uncorrupted
Until today.
In the shade of the willow tree
You lay here next to me
Draped in Spanish moss
Cicada symphony.
In the shade of the old motel
Feels like she's got to sell
Cigarette lights up the night
Sees a face she knows too well.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 6:43 AM UTC
In the shade of the freeway
The pretenders stalks his prey
Innocence quite uncorrupted
Until today.
In the shade of the willow tree
You lay here next to me
Draped in Spanish moss
Cicada symphony.
In the shade of the old motel
Feels like she's got to sell
Cigarette lights up the night
Sees a face she knows too well.
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