And I've not seen the boring fields in so long I know I've won, but I can't wait to go home.

I'm on my way, Driving up 90 out of your country.

Sing into tiny dancers and you, it's the way you make me feel.

It's really washed the sunset over the car.

So lonely 15 years old, smoking and wrote cigarettes, Running from the law through the back fields and getting drunk with my friends.

Had my first kiss on Friday night.