I drive a Mustang. A 2005 five-speed GT convertible.
There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.
It's a rite of passage for the everyman, to a higher ground.
Make a destination of the greater truth.
Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall? When you realize, you just can't have it all.
I guess I lost my way, there were so many roads. I was living to run, and running to live, never worried about paying or even how much I owed.