The city gleamed with shiny
The lights blinding, in a good way
You finally understood that old song you heard your grandfather sing once
About a city that never sleeps
How would I fit into those jazz shoes, coming from my little town blues?
I was everything
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
The city gleamed with shiny
The lights blinding, in a good way
You finally understood that old song you heard your grandfather sing once
About a city that never sleeps
How would I fit into those jazz shoes, coming from my little town blues?
I was everything