out
13
To a friend
13-10-2003
Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow, no tomorow, no tomorow
Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow, no tomorow, no tomorow
