Staring out of My Window Watching the Clouds Go Rolling by My Friends Are Gone I've Got Nothing to Do So I Sit Here Patiently Watching the Clock Tick So Slowly Gotta Get Away Or My Brains Will Explode.
Give Me Something to Do to Kill Some Time Take Me to That Place That I Call Home Take Away the Strains of Being Lonely Take Me to the Tracks at Christie Road.
See the Hills from Afar Standing on My Beat up Car
The Sun Went down and the Night Fills the Sky
Now I Feel Like Me Once Again As the Train Comes Rolling in
Smoked My Boredom Gone Slapped My Brains up So High.
Give Me Something to Do to Kill Some Time
Take Me to That Place That I Call Home
Take Away the Strains of Being Lonely Take Me to the Tracks at Christie Road.
Mother Stay out of My Way of That Place We Go
We'll Always Seem to Find Our Way to Christie Road
Mother Stay out of My Way of That Place We Go
We'll Always Seem to Find Our Way to Christie Road.
If There's One Thing That I Need That Makes Me Feel Complete
So I Go to Christie Road
It's Home
porque Christie Road es para santa clara, y un cigarro en las escaleras de California planificando cosas, riendonos de nada. Gracias amiga por tantos momentos geniales( de antes y de siempre) te amo como gabo ama a la gente, asi de fuerte. te extraño DD.-
