Friday, January 18, 2008

All This Way

She leans back at the end of the bar
Surveys all that's around
Grabs a smoke and brings it to her mouth
Just one drag to keep the flies away

Can't go home
And there's no answer here
Music keeps playing
But nothing comes through clear

Flying down the freeway
Past La Cienega , Past La Brea
Take the 10 to the end
Looking for that moment.

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