We passed the trail
I saw an old train
And you told a story
Of your love gone debris
And that memory
I can't deal entirely
So I left you talking
And draw a lane - walking
Yes, you cross the white lane
two steps closer to fame
When the game is over
You will no longer feel me
My tears got the rain falling
And I ran after them, calling
Fifty horse power won't get me
Any man, anyone like you
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
We passed the trail
I saw an old train
And you told a story
Of your love gone debris
And that memory
I can't deal entirely
So I left you talking
And draw a lane - walking
Yes, you cross the white lane
two steps closer to fame
When the game is over
You will no longer feel me
My tears got the rain falling
And I ran after them, calling
Fifty horse power won't get me
Any man, anyone like you
