October 2008
Follow your instinct It usually takes you home Don't let these words tear you down (down) You see me hanging by the end of the rope I tell you...
He's a stranger to some And a vision to none He can never get enough, Get enough of the one For a fortune he'd quit But it's hard to admit How it ends and begins On his face is a map of the world (A
Travelling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said, den kan väl alla eller?