I rode a western wind with a girl over to her mother’s
In the backyard stars shone brighter than the others
That I rarely see through the smog through the haze that covers
The home that I used to live in
I rode a western wind with a girl over to her mother’s
In the backyard stars shone brighter than the others
That I rarely see through the smog through the haze that covers
The home that I used to live in