Ella

I set the right tone, neither freeway nor the Spa, gets me off this joke, a trail that's well used, instead of burning tar, circles rise around you, Saints reveal their bones, they don't take me far, who does passion alone, doesn't need a feud, someplace to crash the car, to know what to do, best not to drink alone, at some scuzzy bar, he's not coming home, head out for the blue, wave at them ta ra, dance with all the dudes, mine is not a lucky star, safe within a credit zone, but am not yet ga ga, even if he never 'phones.