At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.
I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.
If you don't run, you rust.
It's funny how the music industry is enraged about the Internet and the way things are copied without being paid for. But you know why people steal the music? Because they can't afford the music.
Lord, please watch over all these lost children born to chase the hurricane.
You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free